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 Slovenia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kerrie Biddell to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ 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 guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Tremeloes,
The Sonics,
Spandau Ballet,
Neu!,
Audionom,
Scientists,
Ronnie Foster,
JFA,
Silicon Teens,
Buzzcocks,
The Gories,
Whodini,
Lou Reed,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marvin Gaye,
The Black Dice,
Bobby Byrd,
The Human League,
The Standells,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marcia Griffiths,
Essential Logic,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The New Christs,
Cymande,
Barry Ungar,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mantronix,
Eurythmics,
Moebius,
Public Enemy,
Ken Boothe,
John Cale,
Bootsy Collins,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bronski Beat,
Monolake,
Pulsallama,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lalo Schifrin,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rotary Connection,
Derrick Morgan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Quadrant,
Hoover,
Yaz,
Ultravox,
Robert Wyatt,
Roxy Music,
Pierre Henry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Blossom Toes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Thompson Twins,
F. McDonald,
The Dead C,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.