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 Italy and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Wasted Youth to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a mellotron 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 mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
the Sonics,
Be Bop Deluxe,
X-Ray Spex,
Unrelated Segments,
Essential Logic,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jeff Lynne,
The Moleskins,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Harmonia,
Simply Red,
The Flesh Eaters,
Deepchord,
Cameo,
Talk Talk,
Johnny Clarke,
Nik Kershaw,
T. Rex,
Angry Samoans,
Pantaleimon,
Moebius,
Deadbeat,
John Coltrane,
Roy Ayers,
Sound Behaviour,
Urselle,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Detroit Cobras,
Swans,
Yaz,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Q and Not U,
Vainqueur,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Bar-Kays,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Saints,
Aaron Thompson,
Ohio Players,
Monks,
Cecil Taylor,
Guru Guru,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gabor Szabo,
The Modern Lovers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
kango's stein massive,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Associates,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Shadows of Knight,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sun Ra,
The Red Krayola,
Fear,
Yusef Lateef,
Harry Pussy,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.