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 Bangladesh and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Alphaville to the funk 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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Los Fastidios,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marshall Jefferson,
This Heat,
R.M.O.,
the Association,
Wings,
Rosa Yemen,
Roxette,
Wasted Youth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Graham Central Station,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Monochrome Set,
the Soft Cell,
cv313,
Spoonie Gee,
a-ha,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Victims,
Can,
Half Japanese,
MDC,
Albert Ayler,
Grauzone,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gang of Four,
Piero Umiliani,
Aural Exciters,
Josef K,
Sight & Sound,
Groovy Waters,
Pagans,
Flash Fearless,
The United States of America,
The Dirtbombs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Sonics,
The Motions,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Moebius,
L. Decosne,
Neil Young,
Television,
the Swans,
Moby Grape,
Jerry's Kids,
Peter & Gordon,
Howard Jones,
Radio Birdman,
Kas Product,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Drexciya,
Procol Harum,
Mantronix,
Wire,
Bang On A Can,
The Real Kids,
Lucky Dragons,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.