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 Barbados and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the dance 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb 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 chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Judy Mowatt,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fat Boys,
Ken Boothe,
China Crisis,
John Foxx,
Ronnie Foster,
The Zeros,
Easy Going,
Sex Pistols,
The New Christs,
Organ,
Skriet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Angels of Light,
Model 500,
Electric Prunes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
E-Dancer,
Banda Bassotti,
The Dead C,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mantronix,
Aloha Tigers,
The Blues Magoos,
the Germs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Erasure,
Sam Rivers,
Rekid,
Pere Ubu,
Eric Dolphy,
John Holt,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Heaven 17,
The Gories,
Terry Callier,
Qualms,
The Modern Lovers,
Joe Smooth,
Wolf Eyes,
Warren Ellis,
Wally Richardson,
Television Personalities,
Lightning Bolt,
the Sonics,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ten City,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bauhaus,
Bob Dylan,
Rotary Connection,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
K-Klass,
LL Cool J,
Thompson Twins,
Harry Pussy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.