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 Czech Republic and from London.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Black Moon to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 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 mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
New York Dolls,
Aswad,
Rekid,
Yusef Lateef,
Peter and Kerry,
Kenny Larkin,
The Blackbyrds,
Public Image Ltd.,
Skaos,
Big Daddy Kane,
June of 44,
Severed Heads,
Ten City,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nils Olav,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lou Reed,
Nick Fraelich,
Cal Tjader,
Hot Snakes,
Quando Quango,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Youth Brigade,
The Gories,
Kevin Saunderson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Saints,
John Cale,
Hardrive,
Jawbox,
KRS-One,
The Walker Brothers,
The Star Department,
Sixth Finger,
The Misunderstood,
Soft Machine,
Dorothy Ashby,
Aaron Thompson,
Gang Green,
Pet Shop Boys,
Chrome,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Crispy Ambulance,
Anthony Braxton,
Slave,
OOIOO,
Black Sheep,
Eyeless In Gaza,
John Coltrane,
H. Thieme,
Freddie Wadling,
Arthur Verocai,
Harpers Bizarre,
Althea and Donna,
Stereo Dub,
Simply Red,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cecil Taylor,
the Association,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.