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 Sri Lanka and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Mark Hollis to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Heaven 17,
The American Breed,
Chris Corsano,
Nils Olav,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Beau Brummels,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Funkadelic,
the Bar-Kays,
Susan Cadogan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ronan,
AZ,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Star Department,
Laurel Aitken,
Joy Division,
Radio Birdman,
Zapp,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Spandau Ballet,
Subhumans,
Eric Copeland,
OOIOO,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Y Pants,
The Monks,
Unrelated Segments,
Amazonics,
Alison Limerick,
The Golliwogs,
The Saints,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Todd Terry,
Loose Ends,
Young Marble Giants,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Blancmange,
Suicide,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Duran Duran,
LL Cool J,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joyce Sims,
June Days,
Pantytec,
Shoche,
Banda Bassotti,
Organ,
Sällskapet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Names,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.