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 China and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the sitar 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 UT to the disco 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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer 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 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Wings,
Shoche,
Youth Brigade,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Minutemen,
Swell Maps,
Ralphi Rosario,
Delon & Dalcan,
Danielle Patucci,
X-101,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Whodini,
Iggy Pop,
Public Enemy,
48th St. Collective,
Altered Images,
Harpers Bizarre,
X-Ray Spex,
The Motions,
Cybotron,
The Moleskins,
A Certain Ratio,
The Barracudas,
Slick Rick,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crash Course in Science,
The Offenders,
Bobby Byrd,
Rhythm & Sound,
Loose Ends,
Lou Reed,
Pharoah Sanders,
Prince Buster,
Pagans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jawbox,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Velvet Underground,
Harry Pussy,
Duran Duran,
D'Angelo,
Toni Rubio,
Zero Boys,
Moebius,
The Skatalites,
Urselle,
Robert Wyatt,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Grey Daturas,
Brand Nubian,
Kaleidoscope,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dual Sessions,
Robert Görl,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Graham Central Station,
The Red Krayola,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.