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 Jordan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 clarinet 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 X-Ray Spex to the crunk 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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Andrew Hill,
Stereo Dub,
Fatback Band,
Dead Boys,
Black Bananas,
Roger Hodgson,
Parry Music,
Scan 7,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Roxette,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Cramps,
Ultimate Spinach,
Basic Channel,
The New Christs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Seeds,
Public Image Ltd.,
LL Cool J,
Eli Mardock,
ABBA,
The Blues Magoos,
Urselle,
Peter & Gordon,
The Slits,
Underground Resistance,
Boredoms,
Masters at Work,
The Smiths,
Bootsy Collins,
Heaven 17,
Camberwell Now,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joey Negro,
Soulsonic Force,
Royal Trux,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jeru the Damaja,
Depeche Mode,
Bobby Sherman,
Bob Dylan,
Soft Cell,
Japan,
Tubeway Army,
Hoover,
Johnny Clarke,
The Invisible,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Gladiators,
Leonard Cohen,
Joe Smooth,
the Fania All-Stars,
Stockholm Monsters,
X-Ray Spex,
Electric Prunes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Amon Düül,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.