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 Azerbaijan and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sister Nancy to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare 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 snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sun Ra,
Main Source,
Vainqueur,
Ohio Players,
The Standells,
Godley & Creme,
Barry Ungar,
Soul II Soul,
Tomorrow,
Yusef Lateef,
Newcleus,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nils Olav,
Mark Hollis,
Arab on Radar,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wally Richardson,
Cluster,
The Pretty Things,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Sonics,
Patti Smith,
Tommy Roe,
Cecil Taylor,
Symarip,
Pylon,
Lindisfarne,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pharoah Sanders,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dead Boys,
Nico,
Kerri Chandler,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
B.T. Express,
The Gap Band,
The Real Kids,
Sparks,
Gabor Szabo,
Nas,
the Normal,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Vogues,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pussy Galore,
Absolute Body Control,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Panda Bear,
Steve Hackett,
JFA,
Girls At Our Best!,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Swell Maps,
Jacques Brel,
Index,
The Cowsills,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.