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 Morocco and from Woodstock.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the sitar 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 Mission of Burma to the grime 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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb 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 synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Inner City,
The Seeds,
The Moleskins,
Soft Cell,
Andrew Hill,
Dawn Penn,
Amon Düül II,
Popol Vuh,
The Red Krayola,
Piero Umiliani,
Mr. Review,
T. Rex,
Carl Craig,
Can,
Suburban Knight,
The Doors,
Anthony Braxton,
Swell Maps,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mad Mike,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joy Division,
Unrelated Segments,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Average White Band,
Wire,
Spandau Ballet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Colin Newman,
Drexciya,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joe Finger,
James White and The Blacks,
Gabor Szabo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Skriet,
The Slits,
CMW,
MDC,
Masters at Work,
cv313,
The Barracudas,
Janne Schatter,
Crash Course in Science,
Pantaleimon,
Tears for Fears,
The Dave Clark Five,
Technova,
Echospace,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Davy DMX,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jawbox,
Bronski Beat,
Cybotron,
The Associates,
John Cale,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.