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 Albania and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic 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 güiro 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 güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Count Five,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jandek,
The Neon Judgement,
New Age Steppers,
Nik Kershaw,
Lucky Dragons,
The Monks,
Oblivians,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Second Layer,
The J.B.'s,
The Litter,
Kerri Chandler,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bang On A Can,
Hashim,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lyres,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hardrive,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Young Rascals,
Sällskapet,
Cybotron,
Todd Terry,
Radiopuhelimet,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Residents,
Steve Hackett,
Das Ding,
Aaron Thompson,
Scrapy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Leonard Cohen,
Qualms,
Babytalk,
Nas,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Terrestrial Tones,
Half Japanese,
The Dave Clark Five,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Donny Hathaway,
Derrick Morgan,
Aural Exciters,
Barrington Levy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Grass Roots,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nico,
Surgeon,
Joensuu 1685,
The Stooges,
Crooked Eye,
Crispian St. Peters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bobby Womack,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.