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 Belize and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Shanghai.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 X-102 to the rock 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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Alphaville,
Bizarre Inc.,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Barracudas,
Warren Ellis,
The Dead C,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Max Romeo,
The Modern Lovers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sonic Youth,
Chrome,
Mo-Dettes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pere Ubu,
Curtis Mayfield,
Camberwell Now,
Traffic Nightmare,
Byron Stingily,
Vladislav Delay,
These Immortal Souls,
Tomorrow,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Gories,
Fear,
Girls At Our Best!,
Arthur Verocai,
Johnny Osbourne,
Todd Rundgren,
Brand Nubian,
Piero Umiliani,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tears for Fears,
Monks,
Marc Almond,
EPMD,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mr. Review,
Soulsonic Force,
Delon & Dalcan,
Young Marble Giants,
Brick,
The Invisible,
Japan,
Brass Construction,
Ponytail,
Junior Murvin,
Gang Green,
Magma,
Peter and Kerry,
John Holt,
L. Decosne,
The Mojo Men,
Grauzone,
Brothers Johnson,
Skaos,
Roger Hodgson,
Lower 48,
Bill Wells,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.