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 Netherlands and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin 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 Max Romeo to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb 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 rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Youth Brigade,
Lungfish,
Heaven 17,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
EPMD,
The Remains,
Nils Olav,
Q and Not U,
The Seeds,
The Saints,
Kevin Saunderson,
Duran Duran,
Arcadia,
Dark Day,
Liliput,
The Evens,
LL Cool J,
Ralphi Rosario,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eddi Front,
Skriet,
Sixth Finger,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Toasters,
Byron Stingily,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Grandmaster Flash,
World's Most,
Urselle,
Skarface,
The Durutti Column,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mandrill,
JFA,
The Blackbyrds,
Shuggie Otis,
John Lydon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rufus Thomas,
The Pop Group,
The Angels of Light,
Kaleidoscope,
Yazoo,
the Slits,
Joey Negro,
Franke,
Delta 5,
Excepter,
Deadbeat,
Kenny Larkin,
Bobby Womack,
Kurtis Blow,
Chris Corsano,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.