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 Portugal and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Invisible to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare 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 güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
David Bowie,
Fluxion,
Buzzcocks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Average White Band,
The Litter,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mandrill,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Searchers,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Golliwogs,
Ronnie Foster,
Neil Young,
Derrick May,
The Offenders,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Busters,
Idris Muhammad,
The Fire Engines,
Kas Product,
Roxette,
Lou Christie,
Jacques Brel,
Ken Boothe,
John Coltrane,
Country Teasers,
Lower 48,
Popol Vuh,
Gil Scott Heron,
Vainqueur,
Soft Cell,
Audionom,
Pole,
Marvin Gaye,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Qualms,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Durutti Column,
Scott Walker,
The Zeros,
Deadbeat,
Hardrive,
Public Enemy,
Roy Ayers,
Eli Mardock,
OOIOO,
Livin' Joy,
Michelle Simonal,
Funkadelic,
The Neon Judgement,
Niagra,
The Victims,
Fat Boys,
Groovy Waters,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.