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 Tonga and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bronski Beat to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba 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 rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Tres Demented,
Sight & Sound,
Ultravox,
DJ Style,
Cameo,
The Raincoats,
Pole,
Juan Atkins,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Unwound,
Glambeats Corp.,
Brick,
Kas Product,
the Soft Cell,
Steve Hackett,
Agent Orange,
Bauhaus,
Maurizio,
The Moody Blues,
John Coltrane,
Bobby Sherman,
The Blues Magoos,
UT,
Skriet,
Joensuu 1685,
LL Cool J,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Pretty Things,
Simply Red,
Monolake,
Fluxion,
The Doors,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tom Boy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Cramps,
Das Ding,
Donald Byrd,
Eli Mardock,
Pantytec,
Faust,
Dual Sessions,
Hot Snakes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Trojans,
Goldenarms,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Slits,
Severed Heads,
Man Eating Sloth,
Stetsasonic,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Funky Four + One,
Malaria!,
Yusef Lateef,
Janne Schatter,
Deepchord,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.