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 Haiti and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Moby Grape,
The Gories,
Lindisfarne,
In Retrospect,
Second Layer,
Wire,
The Names,
Absolute Body Control,
Mars,
The Leaves,
Peter & Gordon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Livin' Joy,
Lalann,
Jawbox,
Nik Kershaw,
Siglo XX,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Gladiators,
cv313,
Sandy B,
Marvin Gaye,
Can,
Terry Callier,
The Zeros,
Arthur Verocai,
David Bowie,
Jerry's Kids,
Black Pus,
Colin Newman,
Camberwell Now,
Kaleidoscope,
Brothers Johnson,
The Buckinghams,
The Velvet Underground,
The Flesh Eaters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Excepter,
Soft Cell,
Groovy Waters,
Eric Dolphy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Underground Resistance,
Swans,
The Alarm Clocks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Blossom Toes,
Josef K,
Quadrant,
These Immortal Souls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Silicon Teens,
Fluxion,
Harmonia,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bronski Beat,
Mr. Review,
Cheater Slicks,
EPMD,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Selecter,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.