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 Slovakia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bob Dylan to the funk 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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
H. Thieme,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Walker Brothers,
Scrapy,
Newcleus,
Rakim,
The Modern Lovers,
Blancmange,
Sugar Minott,
The Skatalites,
Alphaville,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Blackbyrds,
Graham Central Station,
Ludus,
Bang On A Can,
The Moody Blues,
Avey Tare,
Das Ding,
the Slits,
Carl Craig,
Schoolly D,
Thee Headcoats,
Skarface,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fatback Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Barracudas,
Supertramp,
Quando Quango,
The Black Dice,
Danielle Patucci,
Rapeman,
Frankie Knuckles,
Essential Logic,
World's Most,
The Angels of Light,
Roger Hodgson,
The Litter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Youth Brigade,
The Cowsills,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Los Fastidios,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Standells,
The Music Machine,
The American Breed,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Spandau Ballet,
Gichy Dan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Deepchord,
Archie Shepp,
Stiv Bators,
Bronski Beat,
Gil Scott Heron,
Banda Bassotti,
Marmalade,
X-101,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.