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 Seychelles and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 clarinet 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 Sugar Minott to the dance 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
The Kinks,
Mars,
Black Bananas,
Joy Division,
Talk Talk,
X-Ray Spex,
Fatback Band,
Young Marble Giants,
U.S. Maple,
T. Rex,
Motorama,
Infiniti,
Vainqueur,
Silicon Teens,
The Last Poets,
James White and The Blacks,
Zapp,
New York Dolls,
Ponytail,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Slits,
T.S.O.L.,
Nils Olav,
The Raincoats,
AZ,
Radio Birdman,
Skaos,
Excepter,
Public Enemy,
The Shadows of Knight,
DNA,
Sun City Girls,
The Monochrome Set,
Robert Hood,
Sexual Harrassment,
KRS-One,
E-Dancer,
The Human League,
Godley & Creme,
The Doors,
Bad Manners,
Derrick Morgan,
Scott Walker,
Electric Prunes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
ABC,
Pere Ubu,
Popol Vuh,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Young Rascals,
Dark Day,
Yaz,
Eve St. Jones,
Frankie Knuckles,
X-102,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Standells,
Graham Central Station,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.