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 Marshall Islands and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the snare 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 Eric B and Rakim to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare 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 spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Mandrill,
Skriet,
Amon Düül II,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Grauzone,
Newcleus,
The Pop Group,
Au Pairs,
Roger Hodgson,
Groovy Waters,
Josef K,
Man Eating Sloth,
June of 44,
One Last Wish,
Ludus,
the Slits,
the Soft Cell,
Letta Mbulu,
X-Ray Spex,
Negative Approach,
Crash Course in Science,
U.S. Maple,
The Raincoats,
John Holt,
Cluster,
The Saints,
The Divine Comedy,
Fatback Band,
Minor Threat,
Deepchord,
Gang of Four,
Susan Cadogan,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Monochrome Set,
Harmonia,
Prince Buster,
Reagan Youth,
Donald Byrd,
These Immortal Souls,
Nas,
Wolf Eyes,
Davy DMX,
The Techniques,
The Beau Brummels,
The Gories,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Al Stewart,
The Evens,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jerry's Kids,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tubeway Army,
David Axelrod,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wasted Youth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Outsiders,
Bad Manners,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.