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 Congo and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the mellotron 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 One Last Wish to the grime 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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba 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 guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Susan Cadogan,
Maleditus Sound,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Evens,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Birthday Party,
Agent Orange,
The Associates,
kango's stein massive,
Icehouse,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sun Ra,
EPMD,
Oneida,
Brand Nubian,
Black Bananas,
Maurizio,
Johnny Osbourne,
Peter & Gordon,
Amon Düül,
Popol Vuh,
Index,
Electric Prunes,
Mars,
Matthew Halsall,
Bluetip,
KRS-One,
Joey Negro,
the Soft Cell,
cv313,
Man Eating Sloth,
Symarip,
K-Klass,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Laurel Aitken,
Juan Atkins,
Porter Ricks,
Nik Kershaw,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nas,
Ten City,
Lalo Schifrin,
Essential Logic,
Duran Duran,
H. Thieme,
Harmonia,
Joensuu 1685,
Roxette,
Hoover,
Scratch Acid,
Livin' Joy,
The Electric Prunes,
Rites of Spring,
Black Pus,
Crash Course in Science,
Severed Heads,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Heaven 17,
Davy DMX,
The Buckinghams,
Gang of Four,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.