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 Swaziland and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Pantaleimon,
The Moody Blues,
Big Daddy Kane,
DJ Style,
Maleditus Sound,
Sixth Finger,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Country Teasers,
Charles Mingus,
DNA,
the Soft Cell,
The Saints,
Section 25,
Sparks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gang Starr,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Duran Duran,
Severed Heads,
Lou Christie,
China Crisis,
Dark Day,
Soft Cell,
Brass Construction,
Desert Stars,
Quadrant,
The Motions,
LL Cool J,
Judy Mowatt,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Excepter,
Audionom,
Henry Cow,
Michelle Simonal,
Johnny Clarke,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Minutemen,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Symarip,
Gerry Rafferty,
Terrestrial Tones,
Los Fastidios,
Chrome,
Roger Hodgson,
Niagra,
Shoche,
Marc Almond,
Sister Nancy,
Mad Mike,
Jeru the Damaja,
DJ Sneak,
Can,
Eden Ahbez,
The Remains,
Public Image Ltd.,
Junior Murvin,
Lalann,
Cameo,
F. McDonald,
Iggy Pop,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.