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 United Kingdom and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Moss Icon to the punk 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron 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 mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Gun Club,
Barbara Tucker,
The Smoke,
PIL,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Electric Prunes,
Dennis Brown,
Organ,
New Age Steppers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Simply Red,
Panda Bear,
Unrelated Segments,
The Human League,
Spoonie Gee,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Danielle Patucci,
T. Rex,
Grandmaster Flash,
Arthur Verocai,
The Moleskins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Amon Düül,
Cheater Slicks,
Inner City,
Ituana,
Stetsasonic,
Fad Gadget,
DJ Style,
Underground Resistance,
The Index,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soul II Soul,
Slave,
Desert Stars,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Searchers,
Johnny Clarke,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fear,
Unwound,
Eric Dolphy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
James White and The Blacks,
Faraquet,
Marvin Gaye,
Jacques Brel,
Darondo,
Trumans Water,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sun City Girls,
Roger Hodgson,
Derrick May,
Absolute Body Control,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.