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 Netherlands and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Freddie Wadling to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Section 25,
the Soft Cell,
Moss Icon,
The Pretty Things,
Althea and Donna,
Eurythmics,
Japan,
Barry Ungar,
Scientists,
Black Sheep,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Martian,
Procol Harum,
Newcleus,
Hot Snakes,
The Monochrome Set,
Boredoms,
The Residents,
Minor Threat,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Second Layer,
Q and Not U,
Icehouse,
Pussy Galore,
Marmalade,
Rotary Connection,
Roger Hodgson,
Ohio Players,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joey Negro,
Fluxion,
Yazoo,
Inner City,
Robert Hood,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Make Up,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fuzztones,
Harry Pussy,
The Gun Club,
Yusef Lateef,
Das Ding,
Ken Boothe,
Sister Nancy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Henry Cow,
Silicon Teens,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Idris Muhammad,
Siglo XX,
Marc Almond,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.