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 Belgium and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 These Immortal Souls to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator 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 spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jacob Miller,
Al Stewart,
Desert Stars,
Arcadia,
Babytalk,
The United States of America,
Liliput,
Godley & Creme,
Laurel Aitken,
Rites of Spring,
Amazonics,
The Wake,
Black Flag,
The Pretty Things,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Neil Young,
Michelle Simonal,
Shuggie Otis,
Warsaw,
Clear Light,
The Blackbyrds,
Urselle,
Echospace,
X-101,
The Raincoats,
Absolute Body Control,
China Crisis,
Icehouse,
The Gun Club,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Symarip,
The Residents,
Matthew Halsall,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fat Boys,
Donald Byrd,
Subhumans,
T.S.O.L.,
Unwound,
Eurythmics,
10cc,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wings,
Scientists,
Funkadelic,
Ponytail,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Misunderstood,
Joe Smooth,
Jawbox,
Mo-Dettes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Can,
Letta Mbulu,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Sonics,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.