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 Vanuatu and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Crispian St. Peters to the electroclash 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a linndrum 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 a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Sun City Girls,
Blancmange,
10cc,
Warsaw,
Section 25,
Eve St. Jones,
Duran Duran,
Flash Fearless,
Rosa Yemen,
Ten City,
Ultravox,
Bang On A Can,
Pulsallama,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Happenings,
Jeff Mills,
Visage,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Avey Tare,
Boogie Down Productions,
Carl Craig,
Ludus,
The Slits,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Young Rascals,
Fat Boys,
Tres Demented,
Monolake,
Glambeats Corp.,
Matthew Bourne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gabor Szabo,
Ultra Naté,
MDC,
Thee Headcoats,
Animal Collective,
Marmalade,
ABBA,
Nick Fraelich,
Japan,
Johnny Clarke,
Second Layer,
Alice Coltrane,
Gil Scott Heron,
Hardrive,
Scrapy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dawn Penn,
This Heat,
Girls At Our Best!,
Albert Ayler,
Alphaville,
Quantec,
Brick,
Shuggie Otis,
Niagra,
Lindisfarne,
R.M.O.,
the Swans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Evens,
John Foxx,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.