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 Pakistan and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 oboe 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 Amon Düül II to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum 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?
Arthur Verocai,
Glambeats Corp.,
June Days,
The Smoke,
Bootsy Collins,
Crash Course in Science,
Albert Ayler,
Outsiders,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Interpol,
Infiniti,
Lalann,
B.T. Express,
Symarip,
Wasted Youth,
Flamin' Groovies,
Stiv Bators,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
R.M.O.,
Suicide,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Moebius,
the Normal,
The Doobie Brothers,
Livin' Joy,
Rufus Thomas,
These Immortal Souls,
the Germs,
Howard Jones,
New Age Steppers,
Ornette Coleman,
Simply Red,
Erykah Badu,
ABBA,
Intrusion,
Sandy B,
Shuggie Otis,
Minor Threat,
The J.B.'s,
Smog,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
DNA,
Bob Dylan,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Cowsills,
Warsaw,
Carl Craig,
U.S. Maple,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sight & Sound,
Cybotron,
Davy DMX,
Dark Day,
Duran Duran,
The Pretty Things,
OOIOO,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.