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 Finland and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Infiniti to the crunk 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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a rhodes 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 clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Electric Prunes,
Sex Pistols,
Wolf Eyes,
Young Marble Giants,
Delon & Dalcan,
Urselle,
Bad Manners,
The Cure,
8 Eyed Spy,
Babytalk,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Junior Murvin,
Idris Muhammad,
Alton Ellis,
Lakeside,
The New Christs,
Simply Red,
Excepter,
Eurythmics,
The Doors,
Cecil Taylor,
The Smiths,
Colin Newman,
Smog,
The Fugs,
H. Thieme,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sun City Girls,
Cameo,
the Germs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kayak,
Rod Modell,
Visage,
the Fania All-Stars,
Amon Düül,
Intrusion,
Soft Cell,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kevin Saunderson,
Robert Görl,
Gregory Isaacs,
Model 500,
Das Ding,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scott Walker,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tubeway Army,
The Moody Blues,
Matthew Bourne,
The Index,
Lower 48,
Bootsy Collins,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nas,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kurtis Blow,
Sight & Sound,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.