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 Swaziland and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ultimate Spinach to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a guitar and a rhodes 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 clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
F. McDonald,
Easy Going,
Accadde A,
Grey Daturas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Supertramp,
Susan Cadogan,
Zapp,
Nik Kershaw,
Nick Fraelich,
Anakelly,
Television Personalities,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Sonics,
DJ Style,
Boogie Down Productions,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nas,
Main Source,
Section 25,
The Angels of Light,
Gichy Dan,
The Grass Roots,
Alphaville,
Faust,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cheater Slicks,
Bobby Byrd,
the Normal,
Gang of Four,
Frankie Knuckles,
Max Romeo,
Harry Pussy,
The Skatalites,
Gong,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Boz Scaggs,
DNA,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lakeside,
Piero Umiliani,
The Blues Magoos,
Sugar Minott,
Mark Hollis,
Rod Modell,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Angry Samoans,
Man Parrish,
Fat Boys,
Japan,
Andrew Hill,
Young Marble Giants,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Prince Buster,
Absolute Body Control,
Erykah Badu,
Fugazi,
Fela Kuti,
Sällskapet,
Model 500,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.