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 Samoa and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Alarm Clocks to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes 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 arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
The Gladiators,
Todd Rundgren,
Patti Smith,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ornette Coleman,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Deepchord,
Bobby Womack,
Jacob Miller,
Sexual Harrassment,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gang of Four,
Tropical Tobacco,
Soulsonic Force,
Godley & Creme,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Tremeloes,
New York Dolls,
Joe Finger,
Adolescents,
Depeche Mode,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Misunderstood,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Television,
Dead Boys,
Outsiders,
Popol Vuh,
Donald Byrd,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
a-ha,
Josef K,
Organ,
Drexciya,
Absolute Body Control,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
New Age Steppers,
Ronan,
Roger Hodgson,
Fear,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Danielle Patucci,
Don Cherry,
Soul Sonic Force,
Freddie Wadling,
Barrington Levy,
the Soft Cell,
Morten Harket,
The Gun Club,
Eurythmics,
Maurizio,
Von Mondo,
Tom Boy,
Skaos,
Sugar Minott,
Mission of Burma,
Dark Day,
Monks,
Chrome,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Sonics,
Surgeon,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.