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 Cuba and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Shuggie Otis to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a mellotron and a linndrum 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 guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Underground Resistance,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Mojo Men,
Arcadia,
Delta 5,
The Barracudas,
Gerry Rafferty,
Man Parrish,
Wasted Youth,
Bluetip,
The Stooges,
Josef K,
Neil Young,
Nick Fraelich,
Radiohead,
the Germs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tim Buckley,
Depeche Mode,
The Modern Lovers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Association,
U.S. Maple,
The Tremeloes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Moon,
Eve St. Jones,
Scion,
Desert Stars,
Television Personalities,
Japan,
MC5,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sandy B,
The Sonics,
Mr. Review,
Motorama,
Rapeman,
The Red Krayola,
Siglo XX,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Henry Cow,
Moss Icon,
Scott Walker,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bush Tetras,
Lou Christie,
The Blackbyrds,
the Slits,
New Age Steppers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Groovy Waters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Birthday Party,
Ken Boothe,
Janne Schatter,
Wolf Eyes,
The Busters,
Barrington Levy,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.