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 Gambia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Radiohead to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron 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 clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Supertramp,
Dead Boys,
Unrelated Segments,
Aural Exciters,
Metal Thangz,
Circle Jerks,
Sun City Girls,
Crooked Eye,
Idris Muhammad,
Anthony Braxton,
Warsaw,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Alison Limerick,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cameo,
The New Christs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Swans,
Neil Young,
The Slits,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sarah Menescal,
U.S. Maple,
New Order,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Radio Birdman,
Flash Fearless,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cheater Slicks,
a-ha,
Technova,
Amazonics,
The Golliwogs,
Magma,
Scratch Acid,
Roxy Music,
Marvin Gaye,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Birthday Party,
MDC,
Theoretical Girls,
Interpol,
Rites of Spring,
Mary Jane Girls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bob Dylan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Blues Magoos,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Misunderstood,
Aswad,
The Zeros,
Tomorrow,
The Real Kids,
Dawn Penn,
Severed Heads,
A Certain Ratio,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Kinks,
Negative Approach,
CMW,
Matthew Halsall,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.