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 Egypt and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Tremeloes to the rap 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a guitar 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 organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Morten Harket,
The Gap Band,
David McCallum,
Junior Murvin,
Barbara Tucker,
Sugar Minott,
Delon & Dalcan,
Yaz,
The Fugs,
The Techniques,
Spoonie Gee,
The Neon Judgement,
The Litter,
DJ Style,
Babytalk,
The Slits,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Knickerbockers,
PIL,
The Fortunes,
The Sonics,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Associates,
The Cramps,
D'Angelo,
Amon Düül,
Audionom,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Soft Machine,
The Monks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Simply Red,
Neil Young,
Throbbing Gristle,
Stetsasonic,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Godley & Creme,
Bob Dylan,
Ludus,
The Pretty Things,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bobby Womack,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Steve Hackett,
Ralphi Rosario,
Zero Boys,
Gastr Del Sol,
Visage,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Qualms,
Idris Muhammad,
Basic Channel,
Pantytec,
Pole,
The Blues Magoos,
Television Personalities,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.