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 Angola and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Blake Baxter to the jazz 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a chamberlin 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 guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Shoche,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cheater Slicks,
Jawbox,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sun Ra,
The Slackers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kaleidoscope,
Camberwell Now,
Y Pants,
Camouflage,
Mars,
Faust,
Tubeway Army,
Symarip,
Deadbeat,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eden Ahbez,
Grey Daturas,
Loose Ends,
Harry Pussy,
The Real Kids,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Agitation Free,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Human League,
Jeru the Damaja,
Index,
Erasure,
Derrick Morgan,
Ohio Players,
Gang Green,
Rhythm & Sound,
Reagan Youth,
Ossler,
The Dave Clark Five,
Henry Cow,
Swell Maps,
Absolute Body Control,
Minor Threat,
Joensuu 1685,
The Cramps,
Terry Callier,
Spandau Ballet,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scrapy,
Sex Pistols,
Malaria!,
T.S.O.L.,
Hot Snakes,
Los Fastidios,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eric B and Rakim,
Boz Scaggs,
L. Decosne,
Easy Going,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.