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 Haiti and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the crunk 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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare 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 marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Tim Buckley,
KRS-One,
Animal Collective,
Porter Ricks,
Das Ding,
Quando Quango,
cv313,
The Birthday Party,
Livin' Joy,
Lindisfarne,
David McCallum,
LL Cool J,
Siglo XX,
Amon Düül,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Toasters,
Minor Threat,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Harpers Bizarre,
B.T. Express,
Kaleidoscope,
Con Funk Shun,
Throbbing Gristle,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Arab on Radar,
Public Enemy,
Zero Boys,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Moody Blues,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Modern Lovers,
Oneida,
PIL,
Bill Wells,
Jawbox,
Godley & Creme,
Massinfluence,
Eric Copeland,
Grey Daturas,
Eric Dolphy,
Scratch Acid,
Crime,
the Fania All-Stars,
Roger Hodgson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
John Holt,
Model 500,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Unrelated Segments,
Derrick Morgan,
Adolescents,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gang Green,
the Bar-Kays,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bobby Sherman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.