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 Japan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 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 Gerry Rafferty to the disco 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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro 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 spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Bobby Womack,
Aaron Thompson,
Absolute Body Control,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Arcadia,
Pantytec,
Marc Almond,
The Modern Lovers,
Kenny Larkin,
Magazine,
New Order,
Livin' Joy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Move,
Kerrie Biddell,
MC5,
Danielle Patucci,
Ludus,
Black Sheep,
U.S. Maple,
Gang Starr,
The Fuzztones,
Fatback Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Blues Magoos,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dawn Penn,
Jeff Lynne,
The J.B.'s,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Buckinghams,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bronski Beat,
Jacob Miller,
Delta 5,
Black Bananas,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Parry Music,
Masters at Work,
The Offenders,
Laurel Aitken,
Roxette,
Au Pairs,
Mandrill,
the Normal,
Section 25,
Magma,
Rapeman,
Eli Mardock,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
ABC,
Arthur Verocai,
Dennis Brown,
The Searchers,
Amon Düül,
Robert Görl,
Don Cherry,
48th St. Collective,
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.