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 Barbados and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Circle Jerks,
Soft Machine,
Piero Umiliani,
The Selecter,
Aural Exciters,
Television Personalities,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dawn Penn,
Chrome,
Scion,
Colin Newman,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Groovy Waters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
F. McDonald,
The Smoke,
The Stooges,
Mr. Review,
Bob Dylan,
David McCallum,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Subhumans,
Stetsasonic,
Sexual Harrassment,
Henry Cow,
The Fall,
Lyres,
Roxette,
Girls At Our Best!,
Barrington Levy,
Tomorrow,
Gang Starr,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dennis Brown,
the Normal,
The New Christs,
Ten City,
Scientists,
Nas,
Terrestrial Tones,
Half Japanese,
Fela Kuti,
Eden Ahbez,
Little Man,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Adolescents,
Barclay James Harvest,
Delta 5,
Camberwell Now,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rites of Spring,
L. Decosne,
Lightning Bolt,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dave Gahan,
Sound Behaviour,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.