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 Cameroon and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Erasure to the jazz 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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and an oboe 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 synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
The Knickerbockers,
The Monochrome Set,
Eddi Front,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
June of 44,
Blossom Toes,
Ronan,
Quando Quango,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ornette Coleman,
Marvin Gaye,
Talk Talk,
The Birthday Party,
H. Thieme,
Connie Case,
The Count Five,
Gong,
Adolescents,
Bob Dylan,
Roger Hodgson,
Morten Harket,
Chris Corsano,
Judy Mowatt,
the Sonics,
Skriet,
Mission of Burma,
Buzzcocks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Derrick Morgan,
World's Most,
The Five Americans,
The Neon Judgement,
Gang Gang Dance,
Q and Not U,
Crooked Eye,
Sex Pistols,
the Human League,
The Fortunes,
Maurizio,
The Dirtbombs,
Delta 5,
EPMD,
Gerry Rafferty,
Porter Ricks,
Soft Machine,
The Black Dice,
The Gun Club,
Panda Bear,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scientists,
Sparks,
Flipper,
The Mojo Men,
Nils Olav,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fad Gadget,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.