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 Malaysia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Max Romeo to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 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 harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
F. McDonald,
The Happenings,
Robert Wyatt,
Animal Collective,
June of 44,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Germs,
Outsiders,
The Golliwogs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Andrew Hill,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hardrive,
Subhumans,
Wire,
The Cowsills,
Talk Talk,
Half Japanese,
Tim Buckley,
The Fall,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Howard Jones,
Man Eating Sloth,
Archie Shepp,
Maurizio,
Reuben Wilson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Grass Roots,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ludus,
MC5,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Gap Band,
Los Fastidios,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lou Christie,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
H. Thieme,
Soulsonic Force,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fat Boys,
The Searchers,
The Buckinghams,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tres Demented,
Aloha Tigers,
Desert Stars,
Lalo Schifrin,
Delta 5,
Zero Boys,
Avey Tare,
Alton Ellis,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Cure,
Smog,
The Index,
David Axelrod,
Sarah Menescal,
Ice-T,
Tears for Fears,
Kenny Larkin,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.