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 Gabon and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator 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 theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marc Almond,
Glambeats Corp.,
Royal Trux,
Excepter,
Duran Duran,
Kas Product,
Scratch Acid,
DJ Style,
Neu!,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Charles Mingus,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Talk Talk,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marine Girls,
Lou Reed,
The Leaves,
The Gun Club,
Rites of Spring,
Donny Hathaway,
Fifty Foot Hose,
New York Dolls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Minny Pops,
The Index,
R.M.O.,
Yellowson,
Alton Ellis,
Dual Sessions,
Minor Threat,
New Age Steppers,
Junior Murvin,
Bang On A Can,
Ultimate Spinach,
These Immortal Souls,
Underground Resistance,
CMW,
Rotary Connection,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Brass Construction,
Gabor Szabo,
Qualms,
Max Romeo,
L. Decosne,
Harmonia,
The Shadows of Knight,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pylon,
Sound Behaviour,
The Moleskins,
Icehouse,
Symarip,
T. Rex,
Todd Terry,
David McCallum,
Bobby Womack,
Nirvana,
Outsiders,
Fear,
Public Enemy,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.