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 Cuba and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the theremin 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 Monks to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
The Toasters,
Andrew Hill,
Fear,
Kenny Larkin,
Yellowson,
The Cowsills,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Isaac Hayes,
B.T. Express,
Harmonia,
The Vogues,
Royal Trux,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The J.B.'s,
Dual Sessions,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Howard Jones,
The Beau Brummels,
The Moleskins,
the Normal,
Interpol,
EPMD,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gang Green,
Sugar Minott,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Byron Stingily,
The Happenings,
Sound Behaviour,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Human League,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Trumans Water,
The Durutti Column,
Jimmy McGriff,
David Axelrod,
Marshall Jefferson,
Young Marble Giants,
Eddi Front,
The Blues Magoos,
Nick Fraelich,
The Offenders,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bush Tetras,
Fatback Band,
Yaz,
The Slits,
Scrapy,
Talk Talk,
David Bowie,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Terrestrial Tones,
Alphaville,
Funky Four + One,
The Count Five,
Todd Rundgren,
Joey Negro,
Spandau Ballet,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.