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 Nicaragua and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Symarip to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe 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 güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
ABBA,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Electric Prunes,
Model 500,
Nation of Ulysses,
Urselle,
Bobbi Humphrey,
DJ Style,
Robert Hood,
Derrick May,
Zapp,
Scott Walker,
Ralphi Rosario,
The New Christs,
Royal Trux,
The Cramps,
The Neon Judgement,
Gang Green,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Index,
Blake Baxter,
The Remains,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Normal,
Moss Icon,
Kaleidoscope,
Cal Tjader,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Shadows of Knight,
U.S. Maple,
Darondo,
Magazine,
DNA,
John Lydon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Von Mondo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Radio Birdman,
Television Personalities,
Ten City,
Boz Scaggs,
Hasil Adkins,
Harry Pussy,
Sex Pistols,
The Durutti Column,
Robert Görl,
Black Sheep,
Scientists,
John Coltrane,
Lalann,
Aaron Thompson,
Dave Gahan,
R.M.O.,
Moby Grape,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Alphaville,
Prince Buster,
Nik Kershaw,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.