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 Canada and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the electroclash 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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a sitar 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pierre Henry,
This Heat,
Los Fastidios,
Joensuu 1685,
The Moleskins,
These Immortal Souls,
The Offenders,
Yaz,
48th St. Collective,
Silicon Teens,
Vladislav Delay,
Harpers Bizarre,
Unrelated Segments,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Peter and Kerry,
Man Parrish,
Glenn Branca,
Massinfluence,
Deadbeat,
Mo-Dettes,
Bobby Sherman,
Lou Christie,
The Angels of Light,
The Leaves,
Joe Smooth,
The Litter,
The Modern Lovers,
The Slits,
The Detroit Cobras,
Clear Light,
FM Einheit,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eden Ahbez,
Cal Tjader,
The Divine Comedy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Colin Newman,
Theoretical Girls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dave Gahan,
The Star Department,
Siglo XX,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scientists,
Scratch Acid,
Boredoms,
Second Layer,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Human League,
Archie Shepp,
Sandy B,
Barrington Levy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kaleidoscope,
Cymande,
Gang Green,
The Real Kids,
Parry Music,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.