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 Equatorial Guinea and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Colin Newman to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes 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 electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Cluster,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Slits,
Simply Red,
H. Thieme,
Minnie Riperton,
The Leaves,
Arcadia,
Piero Umiliani,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roger Hodgson,
ABBA,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wire,
Pere Ubu,
The Walker Brothers,
Average White Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Byron Stingily,
John Coltrane,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sparks,
Schoolly D,
Fad Gadget,
Cymande,
Bill Wells,
Drexciya,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ralphi Rosario,
Reuben Wilson,
China Crisis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Invisible,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bang On A Can,
Oneida,
Von Mondo,
Peter and Kerry,
Joe Finger,
Sonic Youth,
Amon Düül,
Section 25,
The Mummies,
Rekid,
The Barracudas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Josef K,
Althea and Donna,
MC5,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ossler,
The Zeros,
Warsaw,
Pylon,
Roxy Music,
Hardrive,
Technova,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Derrick Morgan,
The Black Dice,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.