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 United States and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Steve Hackett to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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 Busters,
The Remains,
The Count Five,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Barracudas,
Spoonie Gee,
Roger Hodgson,
Fela Kuti,
Swell Maps,
The Saints,
Bill Wells,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Star Department,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crooked Eye,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Mummies,
The Angels of Light,
Outsiders,
Basic Channel,
Derrick Morgan,
Shuggie Otis,
Lou Christie,
Sound Behaviour,
Letta Mbulu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Prince Buster,
Susan Cadogan,
The Fire Engines,
The Red Krayola,
Flipper,
the Slits,
Angry Samoans,
The Monochrome Set,
Joy Division,
Marcia Griffiths,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nick Fraelich,
Trumans Water,
Josef K,
Crispy Ambulance,
F. McDonald,
Scott Walker,
OOIOO,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tubeway Army,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marc Almond,
Eli Mardock,
Donald Byrd,
Harry Pussy,
Peter and Kerry,
Television,
Symarip,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Young Rascals,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.