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 Gambia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 Milan and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a mellotron 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 snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Human League,
Quadrant,
Jeff Lynne,
Icehouse,
DNA,
Aloha Tigers,
Sonny Sharrock,
T.S.O.L.,
Freddie Wadling,
Underground Resistance,
Flipper,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ludus,
Sällskapet,
Glenn Branca,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wasted Youth,
Isaac Hayes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Andrew Hill,
The Happenings,
The Birthday Party,
Motorama,
Lyres,
Gang of Four,
Arcadia,
Prince Buster,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Matthew Halsall,
Zero Boys,
Sandy B,
The Fortunes,
The Electric Prunes,
Patti Smith,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Theoretical Girls,
ABC,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kerrie Biddell,
Supertramp,
Peter and Kerry,
Babytalk,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Susan Cadogan,
The Remains,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Alton Ellis,
The Motions,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Dead C,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Skatalites,
Minor Threat,
The J.B.'s,
Spoonie Gee,
kango's stein massive,
June Days,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.