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 Iraq and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Skatalites to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb 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 synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Popol Vuh,
Eurythmics,
Graham Central Station,
Lindisfarne,
Bobby Sherman,
David Axelrod,
Mandrill,
Godley & Creme,
The Golliwogs,
Barrington Levy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lucky Dragons,
Goldenarms,
Sexual Harrassment,
Soft Cell,
Make Up,
Joy Division,
Cal Tjader,
Isaac Hayes,
John Lydon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rufus Thomas,
Fatback Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
China Crisis,
Adolescents,
10cc,
The Gories,
Lalann,
Susan Cadogan,
The Divine Comedy,
Tommy Roe,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Grey Daturas,
48th St. Collective,
EPMD,
Neu!,
Junior Murvin,
Wally Richardson,
Sarah Menescal,
Lyres,
Barry Ungar,
The Moleskins,
Dawn Penn,
The Human League,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Black Dice,
The Fall,
Slave,
Subhumans,
Ice-T,
Nico,
Babytalk,
Metal Thangz,
Gang Green,
the Sonics,
Zero Boys,
Accadde A,
Howard Jones,
Joe Smooth,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.