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 Algeria and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the 808 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 The J.B.'s to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe 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 oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hardrive,
The Vogues,
Reagan Youth,
Au Pairs,
Little Man,
The Toasters,
Nik Kershaw,
a-ha,
Gang Starr,
Grauzone,
Josef K,
Thee Headcoats,
Fat Boys,
Siglo XX,
These Immortal Souls,
The Knickerbockers,
Silicon Teens,
Royal Trux,
Surgeon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sun Ra,
Von Mondo,
Half Japanese,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bobby Byrd,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
David Axelrod,
Tres Demented,
Ornette Coleman,
Anakelly,
Crash Course in Science,
The Victims,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Offenders,
Blake Baxter,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Real Kids,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Colin Newman,
Con Funk Shun,
The Pretty Things,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Spandau Ballet,
Kayak,
T.S.O.L.,
The Residents,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Standells,
Procol Harum,
Easy Going,
Lightning Bolt,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Red Krayola,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Franke,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nico,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.