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 San Marino and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 Delhi and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Reuben Wilson to the grunge 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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb 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 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Derrick Morgan,
Pylon,
Gichy Dan,
David Axelrod,
The American Breed,
These Immortal Souls,
Soul II Soul,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Trumans Water,
Thompson Twins,
The Invisible,
The Knickerbockers,
Das Ding,
Minor Threat,
Blossom Toes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
kango's stein massive,
The Skatalites,
Danielle Patucci,
Aural Exciters,
Arthur Verocai,
Technova,
Scan 7,
Aswad,
Kurtis Blow,
Moby Grape,
Tears for Fears,
Dawn Penn,
Graham Central Station,
the Germs,
Harmonia,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fire Engines,
June of 44,
Arab on Radar,
The Standells,
The Victims,
Bad Manners,
Kas Product,
Wire,
Kaleidoscope,
Fluxion,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gang Starr,
Patti Smith,
Cybotron,
Metal Thangz,
The Doors,
Masters at Work,
Model 500,
Shoche,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Yaz,
Oneida,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.