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 Cape Verde and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the güiro 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 Bauhaus to the jazz 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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord 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 theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Siglo XX,
Monolake,
Gil Scott Heron,
Brand Nubian,
Cluster,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mark Hollis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ituana,
Skriet,
Eric Copeland,
Kurtis Blow,
Khruangbin,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
MC5,
The Stooges,
Lakeside,
Kayak,
the Swans,
The Vogues,
The Moleskins,
Albert Ayler,
The Fire Engines,
Man Eating Sloth,
Aloha Tigers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gichy Dan,
Grauzone,
Pylon,
Man Parrish,
Marine Girls,
Ludus,
Groovy Waters,
Hoover,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ponytail,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Evens,
Maurizio,
Bronski Beat,
Ronan,
Jacob Miller,
Sound Behaviour,
Lalann,
Michelle Simonal,
Sex Pistols,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Deepchord,
Mars,
Robert Görl,
Derrick Morgan,
Q and Not U,
Visage,
David Bowie,
Grey Daturas,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.