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 San Marino and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Bush Tetras to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron 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 sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Darondo,
Accadde A,
Mary Jane Girls,
David Bowie,
UT,
Stiv Bators,
Intrusion,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Flesh Eaters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Oblivians,
Deakin,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Todd Rundgren,
Outsiders,
D'Angelo,
The Names,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Tremeloes,
Easy Going,
Surgeon,
Graham Central Station,
Theoretical Girls,
Index,
Harry Pussy,
Mantronix,
The Standells,
Panda Bear,
Scion,
Scott Walker,
Janne Schatter,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mission of Burma,
Essential Logic,
Reagan Youth,
Connie Case,
Max Romeo,
The Five Americans,
Pierre Henry,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fluxion,
Crime,
Sound Behaviour,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Crooked Eye,
Letta Mbulu,
The Last Poets,
The Barracudas,
Tomorrow,
X-101,
Brand Nubian,
The Gladiators,
Ituana,
Jacques Brel,
Chris & Cosey,
Ronan,
Schoolly D,
Tommy Roe,
Cymande,
Hot Snakes,
Quadrant,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.