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 Andorra and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 Magma to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord 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 spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Sound,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Slackers,
Underground Resistance,
Parry Music,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bauhaus,
Amazonics,
Idris Muhammad,
the Association,
Liliput,
Masters at Work,
Donald Byrd,
Ice-T,
Crooked Eye,
Man Parrish,
Black Bananas,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
ABBA,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rapeman,
Chrome,
Livin' Joy,
Letta Mbulu,
Depeche Mode,
Johnny Clarke,
Blancmange,
Sällskapet,
The Walker Brothers,
The Sonics,
Monolake,
Davy DMX,
John Cale,
The Standells,
Cameo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sonic Youth,
Interpol,
Dave Gahan,
X-102,
Arab on Radar,
Faraquet,
Big Daddy Kane,
Agitation Free,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Steve Hackett,
Toni Rubio,
Kurtis Blow,
Blake Baxter,
Hoover,
Babytalk,
Lou Christie,
New Age Steppers,
Fugazi,
Aural Exciters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Minor Threat,
Lalann,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.