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 Solomon Islands and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Visage to the punk 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin 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 marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
the Association,
Severed Heads,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Electric Prunes,
Eric Dolphy,
Josef K,
In Retrospect,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Johnny Clarke,
Scratch Acid,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lungfish,
Flash Fearless,
The Human League,
T. Rex,
Can,
Rosa Yemen,
John Foxx,
Procol Harum,
Robert Görl,
L. Decosne,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Leonard Cohen,
Barrington Levy,
David Bowie,
Boredoms,
The Golliwogs,
Lightning Bolt,
The Alarm Clocks,
Joy Division,
Godley & Creme,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mission of Burma,
Soulsonic Force,
London Community Gospel Choir,
DJ Sneak,
Massinfluence,
Black Flag,
Jeff Lynne,
The Searchers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cal Tjader,
Suburban Knight,
Peter & Gordon,
Anthony Braxton,
Motorama,
Thee Headcoats,
Public Enemy,
Theoretical Girls,
The Index,
Roger Hodgson,
Unwound,
Mars,
R.M.O.,
OOIOO,
The J.B.'s,
Altered Images,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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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.