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 Libya and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Minny Pops to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet 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 a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Deakin,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cymande,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Skarface,
Lindisfarne,
Gabor Szabo,
Panda Bear,
Crooked Eye,
The Gladiators,
Crispian St. Peters,
Barbara Tucker,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Goldenarms,
The Neon Judgement,
The Motions,
Yazoo,
Soft Machine,
Black Sheep,
DJ Style,
Blake Baxter,
Althea and Donna,
Rosa Yemen,
Tomorrow,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joe Finger,
Porter Ricks,
48th St. Collective,
Blancmange,
Massinfluence,
Siglo XX,
The Real Kids,
Reuben Wilson,
Anakelly,
Pole,
Pussy Galore,
Oblivians,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Busters,
John Holt,
Niagra,
Nick Fraelich,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jerry's Kids,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Reagan Youth,
Jeff Mills,
Josef K,
Sarah Menescal,
Angry Samoans,
Clear Light,
Delta 5,
Funkadelic,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gang Green,
The Count Five,
Alton Ellis,
Roxette,
Arcadia,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.