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 Moldova and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Youth Brigade to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a theremin 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Malaria!,
Unwound,
Gabor Szabo,
Peter & Gordon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bobby Byrd,
Bootsy Collins,
Slave,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sällskapet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Excepter,
Supertramp,
Yellowson,
Drexciya,
Sandy B,
Robert Wyatt,
Ponytail,
The Monks,
Bob Dylan,
New Age Steppers,
Judy Mowatt,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eric Dolphy,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Residents,
Chrome,
Amon Düül II,
Mandrill,
Banda Bassotti,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eden Ahbez,
Girls At Our Best!,
Youth Brigade,
Echospace,
Blossom Toes,
Sonic Youth,
a-ha,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Mojo Men,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dead Boys,
Derrick May,
Hoover,
Crime,
Isaac Hayes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Loose Ends,
DNA,
Kaleidoscope,
KRS-One,
Interpol,
The Fortunes,
The Fugs,
Joyce Sims,
Yusef Lateef,
the Swans,
Dave Gahan,
Camouflage,
Scion,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.