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 Mauritania and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gil Scott Heron to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord 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 spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Arthur Verocai,
The Victims,
Electric Prunes,
Outsiders,
Sparks,
China Crisis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nico,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mad Mike,
Audionom,
Malaria!,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eve St. Jones,
Pussy Galore,
Ronan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Brand Nubian,
Man Parrish,
ABBA,
The Star Department,
Delta 5,
Bizarre Inc.,
Underground Resistance,
Amazonics,
The Smiths,
Deadbeat,
Hashim,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soul Sonic Force,
Al Stewart,
The Selecter,
JFA,
Circle Jerks,
CMW,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tubeway Army,
Magazine,
The Standells,
Sonic Youth,
Gichy Dan,
Soul II Soul,
Jandek,
Matthew Bourne,
Sunsets and Hearts,
A Certain Ratio,
Magma,
Sixth Finger,
Nirvana,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Boz Scaggs,
The Searchers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Slits,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gastr Del Sol,
EPMD,
Tommy Roe,
Cecil Taylor,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.