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 Oman and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Niagra to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin 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 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Nick Fraelich,
Kas Product,
R.M.O.,
Buzzcocks,
The Young Rascals,
The Count Five,
Terrestrial Tones,
Symarip,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sarah Menescal,
Section 25,
the Slits,
Sun Ra,
Stetsasonic,
the Germs,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Blackbyrds,
Glenn Branca,
Blossom Toes,
June of 44,
Wally Richardson,
Skaos,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
A Certain Ratio,
The Red Krayola,
Drexciya,
The Victims,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tommy Roe,
New York Dolls,
David McCallum,
The Barracudas,
Arcadia,
The Selecter,
The Stooges,
Lou Reed,
The Remains,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Aaron Thompson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joy Division,
Icehouse,
Groovy Waters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bill Wells,
Crooked Eye,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Electric Prunes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Siglo XX,
Big Daddy Kane,
Skarface,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Faust,
LL Cool J,
Marc Almond,
Pussy Galore,
Liliput,
Eden Ahbez,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.