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 Kyrgyzstan and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the rap 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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar 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 clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Audionom,
Eric Copeland,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Pop Group,
Gichy Dan,
Ituana,
Cecil Taylor,
Toni Rubio,
Roy Ayers,
Pantytec,
Accadde A,
Mission of Burma,
Janne Schatter,
Public Image Ltd.,
Moss Icon,
Alphaville,
Joyce Sims,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Skatalites,
Bush Tetras,
X-102,
Fugazi,
The Trojans,
Tomorrow,
Dark Day,
Grauzone,
The Neon Judgement,
Talk Talk,
The Human League,
Patti Smith,
Crispian St. Peters,
F. McDonald,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rosa Yemen,
The Happenings,
Brick,
The Electric Prunes,
Smog,
The Slackers,
Man Parrish,
Deepchord,
Stereo Dub,
Scan 7,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Organ,
The Fire Engines,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
L. Decosne,
Scrapy,
Symarip,
David Axelrod,
Circle Jerks,
The Pretty Things,
Youth Brigade,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Agitation Free,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Modern Lovers,
Liliput,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
LL Cool J,
Bad Manners,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.