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 Dominica and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Althea and Donna to the dance 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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe 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 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
The Dead C,
Tommy Roe,
Radio Birdman,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lou Reed,
The Stooges,
Toni Rubio,
Alton Ellis,
Stetsasonic,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Slick Rick,
X-Ray Spex,
Niagra,
Davy DMX,
Roy Ayers,
In Retrospect,
The Real Kids,
Mission of Burma,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Adolescents,
8 Eyed Spy,
Essential Logic,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Standells,
Buzzcocks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Juan Atkins,
Visage,
The Leaves,
Goldenarms,
The Wake,
Todd Terry,
Camouflage,
Drexciya,
the Normal,
Clear Light,
Jandek,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eve St. Jones,
Aswad,
Bauhaus,
Eurythmics,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nation of Ulysses,
Negative Approach,
Scrapy,
Blancmange,
The Flesh Eaters,
John Lydon,
D'Angelo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Cure,
Moebius,
Roger Hodgson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Crooked Eye,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.