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 Zambia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer 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 güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
The Remains,
Gang of Four,
Faust,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bang On A Can,
Neu!,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
PIL,
Delta 5,
Panda Bear,
Jimmy McGriff,
Funky Four + One,
Fat Boys,
X-101,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Amon Düül,
The Index,
Kool Moe Dee,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fear,
Simply Red,
Piero Umiliani,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bronski Beat,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ice-T,
The Count Five,
Al Stewart,
The Knickerbockers,
Skriet,
Goldenarms,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Technova,
Country Teasers,
Eric Copeland,
New Age Steppers,
Talk Talk,
Wally Richardson,
Bobby Sherman,
Aloha Tigers,
Ultravox,
The Fortunes,
T.S.O.L.,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ultra Naté,
Audionom,
Stiv Bators,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fatback Band,
Deepchord,
Harpers Bizarre,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Human League,
Stereo Dub,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
kango's stein massive,
Eddi Front,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Monochrome Set,
The Residents,
Terry Callier,
The Sonics,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.