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 Afghanistan and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Fugazi to the punk 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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a spring reverb 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 marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
The Martian,
Q and Not U,
The Slackers,
Boredoms,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Sheep,
Fatback Band,
Dual Sessions,
EPMD,
The Slits,
Sight & Sound,
The Cowsills,
Ludus,
Royal Trux,
Scrapy,
Pagans,
Bauhaus,
The Mummies,
Dennis Brown,
Brothers Johnson,
Ituana,
The Black Dice,
Moebius,
Rotary Connection,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cheater Slicks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Robert Hood,
Spoonie Gee,
Desert Stars,
The Monks,
Schoolly D,
Saccharine Trust,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hot Snakes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cameo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Main Source,
The Fuzztones,
Moss Icon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Essential Logic,
Lyres,
Bobby Womack,
The Barracudas,
Kayak,
8 Eyed Spy,
Boogie Down Productions,
PIL,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scan 7,
James White and The Blacks,
Arthur Verocai,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.