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 Samoa and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Gil Scott Heron to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Funky Four + One,
Little Man,
Pantytec,
Crispian St. Peters,
Heaven 17,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Todd Rundgren,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Man Eating Sloth,
LL Cool J,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jacques Brel,
Wings,
Barbara Tucker,
Mad Mike,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Sound,
Smog,
R.M.O.,
Surgeon,
Deadbeat,
Gerry Rafferty,
Blake Baxter,
Cecil Taylor,
Roy Ayers,
Young Marble Giants,
The Count Five,
Kevin Saunderson,
Quantec,
The Smoke,
Thompson Twins,
Cameo,
Joe Smooth,
Slave,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bobby Byrd,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marine Girls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Section 25,
Ornette Coleman,
Reagan Youth,
Godley & Creme,
Underground Resistance,
Saccharine Trust,
The Human League,
Joe Finger,
Stereo Dub,
The Busters,
Lou Christie,
Loose Ends,
Bootsy Collins,
The Dirtbombs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tim Buckley,
the Swans,
Fugazi,
Das Ding,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.