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 East Timor and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 Tokyo and Paris.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lightning Bolt to the dance 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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
The Residents,
Isaac Hayes,
Q and Not U,
Johnny Clarke,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Aaron Thompson,
Ossler,
Icehouse,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fear,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pere Ubu,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lungfish,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pantytec,
New Age Steppers,
Jeff Mills,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Soft Cell,
Sixth Finger,
Susan Cadogan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bizarre Inc.,
Robert Wyatt,
T.S.O.L.,
The Birthday Party,
Cheater Slicks,
Chrome,
The Cure,
Massinfluence,
Unwound,
Oblivians,
Excepter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gerry Rafferty,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
F. McDonald,
Alton Ellis,
The Misunderstood,
Eric Copeland,
Scan 7,
Kerrie Biddell,
Freddie Wadling,
Sound Behaviour,
Boz Scaggs,
Zapp,
Deepchord,
Joy Division,
Aloha Tigers,
Newcleus,
Prince Buster,
Derrick Morgan,
Black Moon,
The Seeds,
The Pretty Things,
Rapeman,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.