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 Togo and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Stockholm Monsters to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ 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 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Barrington Levy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hot Snakes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Intrusion,
Sugar Minott,
Sonic Youth,
Michelle Simonal,
Mission of Burma,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jerry's Kids,
Glambeats Corp.,
Shoche,
Johnny Osbourne,
James White and The Blacks,
Interpol,
R.M.O.,
Shuggie Otis,
Banda Bassotti,
Lou Christie,
Nico,
Jacques Brel,
Erykah Badu,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
This Heat,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Selecter,
Moebius,
One Last Wish,
the Human League,
Slick Rick,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tubeway Army,
ABBA,
Minor Threat,
Mo-Dettes,
Duran Duran,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gong,
Main Source,
Bill Wells,
Dead Boys,
Bronski Beat,
Section 25,
L. Decosne,
Jandek,
Electric Prunes,
The Cramps,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tim Buckley,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cameo,
Guru Guru,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wolf Eyes,
Sun City Girls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Real Kids,
Mantronix,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.