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 Jordan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Shadows of Knight to the crunk 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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Kerrie Biddell,
Arcadia,
Ituana,
Ossler,
Glenn Branca,
Surgeon,
The Leaves,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dead Boys,
Average White Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Theoretical Girls,
Terry Callier,
CMW,
Pierre Henry,
Animal Collective,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eli Mardock,
Erasure,
Matthew Halsall,
FM Einheit,
Spandau Ballet,
Tom Boy,
LL Cool J,
Slave,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Divine Comedy,
Arab on Radar,
Howard Jones,
48th St. Collective,
Malaria!,
Q and Not U,
Colin Newman,
Roy Ayers,
Chrome,
Visage,
Sixth Finger,
Hoover,
Lou Christie,
Lakeside,
Minor Threat,
Fela Kuti,
the Sonics,
Dawn Penn,
Wings,
Boz Scaggs,
Subhumans,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tropical Tobacco,
Royal Trux,
Avey Tare,
Ralphi Rosario,
The New Christs,
Intrusion,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Five Americans,
Bill Near,
Alice Coltrane,
Scott Walker,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.