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 China and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare 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 Scott Walker to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Radiohead,
The Black Dice,
Joensuu 1685,
Japan,
T. Rex,
The American Breed,
Jacob Miller,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Music Machine,
Flash Fearless,
The Evens,
Roy Ayers,
Soul II Soul,
Urselle,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Graham Central Station,
Bronski Beat,
Basic Channel,
Metal Thangz,
Michelle Simonal,
Talk Talk,
Groovy Waters,
Neil Young,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Schoolly D,
Bootsy Collins,
Idris Muhammad,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Connie Case,
48th St. Collective,
Pantaleimon,
The Fire Engines,
Technova,
These Immortal Souls,
Kerri Chandler,
Unrelated Segments,
Howard Jones,
China Crisis,
Niagra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mission of Burma,
Lungfish,
Porter Ricks,
Babytalk,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Skriet,
ABC,
Pantytec,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joe Finger,
Country Teasers,
PIL,
Thompson Twins,
Guru Guru,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Patti Smith,
The Moody Blues,
Lalann,
Nils Olav,
Section 25,
The Wake,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.