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 South Sudan and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Halifax.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Blake Baxter to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar 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 organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Infiniti,
Index,
Parry Music,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rapeman,
Severed Heads,
The Saints,
Lebanon Hanover,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Thompson Twins,
The Offenders,
Con Funk Shun,
The Fall,
Faust,
Lindisfarne,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Henry Cow,
The Dead C,
Johnny Osbourne,
MC5,
Average White Band,
Loose Ends,
Bad Manners,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Grandmaster Flash,
Easy Going,
The Blues Magoos,
Brothers Johnson,
the Germs,
Vainqueur,
The Human League,
Delta 5,
The Zeros,
The Searchers,
Royal Trux,
Porter Ricks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Man Eating Sloth,
Morten Harket,
Jerry's Kids,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Index,
A Certain Ratio,
The Blackbyrds,
Albert Ayler,
Panda Bear,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Angry Samoans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fatback Band,
Andrew Hill,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tears for Fears,
UT,
The Slits,
Vladislav Delay,
Fear,
Radio Birdman,
Fad Gadget,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.