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 Mali and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the theremin 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 Morten Harket to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a theremin 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 harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Todd Terry,
Altered Images,
Wings,
Malaria!,
Accadde A,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Connie Case,
Q and Not U,
Jeff Mills,
Babytalk,
Mo-Dettes,
Peter and Kerry,
The Remains,
The Offenders,
Glenn Branca,
Throbbing Gristle,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Gap Band,
Rapeman,
Roy Ayers,
Bill Wells,
Sixth Finger,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ice-T,
Von Mondo,
T. Rex,
Quadrant,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Human League,
Erykah Badu,
Ultra Naté,
the Association,
Half Japanese,
The Saints,
Aloha Tigers,
The Dead C,
Shuggie Otis,
The Mummies,
The Star Department,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Television,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Barracudas,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Soul Sonic Force,
Skaos,
DJ Style,
Moebius,
The Doors,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Birthday Party,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Can,
Boz Scaggs,
The Smoke,
Eddi Front,
David Bowie,
Japan,
Bobby Byrd,
Gregory Isaacs,
Thompson Twins,
Isaac Hayes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.