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 Denmark and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Slave to the disco 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord 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 harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Swell Maps,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pharoah Sanders,
Vladislav Delay,
Barbara Tucker,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gabor Szabo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Monochrome Set,
Porter Ricks,
New Age Steppers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Barclay James Harvest,
JFA,
New York Dolls,
The Monks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Radio Birdman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Schoolly D,
Cluster,
Stereo Dub,
Boz Scaggs,
The Mummies,
Tears for Fears,
Groovy Waters,
The Gladiators,
Bronski Beat,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Franke,
New Order,
X-101,
Fluxion,
Intrusion,
The Sonics,
OOIOO,
Johnny Clarke,
The Leaves,
The Moleskins,
This Heat,
Pulsallama,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Malaria!,
Soft Machine,
Urselle,
Mr. Review,
Crispy Ambulance,
Chris & Cosey,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mandrill,
Loose Ends,
Scott Walker,
Interpol,
Prince Buster,
Kaleidoscope,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.