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 United Kingdom and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the snare 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 The Divine Comedy to the jazz 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Charles Mingus,
Jeff Mills,
The Sonics,
Danielle Patucci,
The Searchers,
Patti Smith,
Piero Umiliani,
ABC,
Freddie Wadling,
Mission of Burma,
JFA,
The Selecter,
Icehouse,
Faraquet,
Marmalade,
Eric Dolphy,
Robert Hood,
Cameo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Iggy Pop,
Soulsonic Force,
Scientists,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Move,
Michelle Simonal,
Youth Brigade,
Pulsallama,
Lebanon Hanover,
Funky Four + One,
Nick Fraelich,
The Tremeloes,
Susan Cadogan,
Talk Talk,
The Cure,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ultravox,
Ronan,
Los Fastidios,
The Associates,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Big Daddy Kane,
Janne Schatter,
Interpol,
Marine Girls,
Dawn Penn,
The Modern Lovers,
Avey Tare,
Joy Division,
Nico,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Groovy Waters,
Rakim,
The Grass Roots,
The Toasters,
Harry Pussy,
Index,
Tubeway Army,
The Gladiators,
Yusef Lateef,
The Velvet Underground,
Albert Ayler,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.