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 Norway and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Chris Corsano to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ 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 organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Wolf Eyes,
Peter & Gordon,
Banda Bassotti,
The Kinks,
Tears for Fears,
Fad Gadget,
Wally Richardson,
Funky Four + One,
The Doors,
Sandy B,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Skarface,
Faust,
Saccharine Trust,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Motorama,
Freddie Wadling,
Deadbeat,
Boz Scaggs,
Trumans Water,
Slave,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Moon,
Rotary Connection,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Davy DMX,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Guru Guru,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sun City Girls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lou Christie,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Sonics,
Iggy Pop,
Dawn Penn,
Flash Fearless,
L. Decosne,
The Red Krayola,
the Normal,
ABBA,
Drexciya,
Black Sheep,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ornette Coleman,
Chrome,
New Age Steppers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scan 7,
Easy Going,
The Sisters of Mercy,
A Certain Ratio,
Sällskapet,
Swell Maps,
Flipper,
Mantronix,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.