Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Lebanon and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Eden Ahbez to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Fall. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantaleimon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Frankie Knuckles,
Inner City,
Tres Demented,
Amon Düül,
The Red Krayola,
Delta 5,
Chrome,
Yellowson,
Sam Rivers,
Excepter,
JFA,
Marmalade,
Liliput,
Harpers Bizarre,
Al Stewart,
The Cowsills,
Mandrill,
Main Source,
Vladislav Delay,
Metal Thangz,
Essential Logic,
Roxette,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Max Romeo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Simply Red,
a-ha,
ABC,
Ultra Naté,
A Certain Ratio,
Big Daddy Kane,
Y Pants,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Judy Mowatt,
MC5,
Fluxion,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nas,
The Slackers,
Dual Sessions,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Heaven 17,
Crooked Eye,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lindisfarne,
Eddi Front,
Ten City,
Boredoms,
Flipper,
The Victims,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Zeros,
LL Cool J,
New Age Steppers,
The Blackbyrds,
Sister Nancy,
Fear,
The Golliwogs,
Banda Bassotti,
Zapp,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.