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 Norway and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fluxion to the grunge 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb 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 clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
ABBA,
Spandau Ballet,
Swans,
The Velvet Underground,
Bluetip,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Curtis Mayfield,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Harry Pussy,
John Foxx,
Blancmange,
Yazoo,
MC5,
Ronnie Foster,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Barclay James Harvest,
Popol Vuh,
Bauhaus,
Patti Smith,
Skaos,
Pagans,
Lower 48,
Goldenarms,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bill Near,
Blake Baxter,
Judy Mowatt,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Faust,
Thompson Twins,
Rapeman,
Eddi Front,
Todd Terry,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
T. Rex,
Metal Thangz,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crash Course in Science,
Pylon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Al Stewart,
Boredoms,
Scott Walker,
Mary Jane Girls,
FM Einheit,
Gichy Dan,
The Blues Magoos,
Robert Wyatt,
Jerry's Kids,
Robert Görl,
Drive Like Jehu,
Shoche,
The Divine Comedy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Fire Engines,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Alphaville,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.