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 St Lucia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar 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 Vainqueur to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Grauzone,
Echospace,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Johnny Osbourne,
Man Eating Sloth,
Drexciya,
Tropical Tobacco,
Main Source,
The Five Americans,
Average White Band,
Blossom Toes,
Eurythmics,
B.T. Express,
Little Man,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Alice Coltrane,
Depeche Mode,
Dave Gahan,
Symarip,
Black Flag,
The Toasters,
David Axelrod,
Lalann,
Rites of Spring,
Chrome,
The Dead C,
Radiopuhelimet,
Althea and Donna,
Cameo,
Barry Ungar,
Scott Walker,
Sparks,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fortunes,
Funkadelic,
Gang Starr,
Deakin,
Crooked Eye,
Aural Exciters,
Loose Ends,
Sugar Minott,
The Mojo Men,
David Bowie,
Janne Schatter,
Scratch Acid,
Gong,
Altered Images,
Josef K,
Silicon Teens,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jimmy McGriff,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Inner City,
Kas Product,
The Blackbyrds,
The Young Rascals,
The Leaves,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sällskapet,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
ABBA,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.