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 Fiji and from Halifax.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet 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 arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Jerry's Kids,
Intrusion,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Maurizio,
Black Moon,
Deadbeat,
Talk Talk,
The Alarm Clocks,
Duran Duran,
Lower 48,
PIL,
Amon Düül II,
World's Most,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Liliput,
T.S.O.L.,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Babytalk,
Rakim,
The Cramps,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hashim,
Black Pus,
Sex Pistols,
The Offenders,
David Axelrod,
Albert Ayler,
The Doors,
Morten Harket,
Blake Baxter,
Pierre Henry,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Franke,
Joensuu 1685,
Pussy Galore,
Malaria!,
Half Japanese,
Swell Maps,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lucky Dragons,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Matthew Halsall,
Pulsallama,
The Gories,
The Move,
Minor Threat,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Brand Nubian,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Symarip,
Popol Vuh,
Alison Limerick,
The Busters,
Model 500,
OOIOO,
Organ,
Neu!,
The Pretty Things,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.