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 Djibouti and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fear to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro 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 a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Fela Kuti,
Rhythm & Sound,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Delta 5,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kerri Chandler,
Roy Ayers,
One Last Wish,
Das Ding,
Negative Approach,
A Certain Ratio,
Nils Olav,
Ultra Naté,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Slackers,
Howard Jones,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lucky Dragons,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
June of 44,
Pere Ubu,
Lindisfarne,
Derrick May,
Neil Young,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gang Green,
John Holt,
Junior Murvin,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Smiths,
Scientists,
Jeff Mills,
T. Rex,
Underground Resistance,
Gang of Four,
ABC,
Charles Mingus,
The Gun Club,
The Move,
DJ Sneak,
The Leaves,
Mary Jane Girls,
Letta Mbulu,
D'Angelo,
Aloha Tigers,
John Lydon,
Joy Division,
Iggy Pop,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Litter,
Pussy Galore,
Godley & Creme,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ituana,
Yellowson,
Fluxion,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Slits,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cameo,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.