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 Taiwan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Porter Ricks 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Chrome,
Delta 5,
Whodini,
MDC,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tommy Roe,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jeff Mills,
Reuben Wilson,
Deakin,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Barbara Tucker,
Robert Görl,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Sheep,
Eve St. Jones,
Lower 48,
The Remains,
The Cramps,
The Star Department,
Altered Images,
Fugazi,
Electric Prunes,
Archie Shepp,
Popol Vuh,
June Days,
Circle Jerks,
Jacques Brel,
Animal Collective,
Bootsy Collins,
Nils Olav,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mission of Burma,
Donald Byrd,
Main Source,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
China Crisis,
Pantytec,
The Associates,
Rotary Connection,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Camberwell Now,
Mo-Dettes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Anakelly,
Drive Like Jehu,
Peter and Kerry,
the Swans,
X-Ray Spex,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sugar Minott,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Fire Engines,
48th St. Collective,
The Fuzztones,
Soft Cell,
Oblivians,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.