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 Palau and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Liliput to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light 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 rhodes and a guitar 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
Quando Quango,
Nik Kershaw,
June Days,
James White and The Blacks,
Bang On A Can,
Fugazi,
Charles Mingus,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Raincoats,
Television Personalities,
Gastr Del Sol,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Amon Düül,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Five Americans,
The Beau Brummels,
Spandau Ballet,
Yusef Lateef,
Bad Manners,
Kevin Saunderson,
a-ha,
Jeff Mills,
Alton Ellis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Leaves,
Tres Demented,
Slick Rick,
The Smoke,
Young Marble Giants,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Von Mondo,
Matthew Bourne,
The Associates,
Monks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rotary Connection,
Harpers Bizarre,
Matthew Halsall,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Idris Muhammad,
This Heat,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nas,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Parry Music,
Outsiders,
In Retrospect,
Popol Vuh,
Susan Cadogan,
The Barracudas,
Sandy B,
Stiv Bators,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ronnie Foster,
Ken Boothe,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fuzztones,
the Sonics,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.