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 Maldives and from Hong Kong.
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 Lille and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Khruangbin to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Audionom,
Bang On A Can,
The Happenings,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Boogie Down Productions,
Stockholm Monsters,
Alice Coltrane,
World's Most,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Golliwogs,
Chris Corsano,
Stiv Bators,
Swans,
David Bowie,
This Heat,
Can,
Barbara Tucker,
The Sonics,
Stetsasonic,
Crash Course in Science,
The Black Dice,
The Remains,
Trumans Water,
The Searchers,
Kurtis Blow,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ralphi Rosario,
One Last Wish,
Supertramp,
Tim Buckley,
The Music Machine,
The Dead C,
Ponytail,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Walker Brothers,
48th St. Collective,
Jeff Mills,
Tom Boy,
X-102,
Scratch Acid,
The Grass Roots,
Mission of Burma,
Pet Shop Boys,
John Lydon,
The Blackbyrds,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Vainqueur,
La Düsseldorf,
John Foxx,
Grey Daturas,
Sex Pistols,
Kas Product,
Marcia Griffiths,
Panda Bear,
Arcadia,
Aloha Tigers,
Connie Case,
Agitation Free,
Andrew Hill,
K-Klass,
Erykah Badu,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.