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 Togo and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron 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 Bush Tetras to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer 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 chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Terry Callier,
the Fania All-Stars,
Skarface,
Von Mondo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Index,
Popol Vuh,
Gang Gang Dance,
Royal Trux,
Qualms,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marine Girls,
Agent Orange,
Jawbox,
Grey Daturas,
The Cowsills,
The Angels of Light,
The Leaves,
Wolf Eyes,
Don Cherry,
The Blues Magoos,
Fat Boys,
Masters at Work,
Roxette,
June Days,
Minnie Riperton,
Cymande,
The Skatalites,
Eve St. Jones,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Sound,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ice-T,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Carl Craig,
Barbara Tucker,
Barclay James Harvest,
Idris Muhammad,
the Bar-Kays,
Silicon Teens,
This Heat,
Theoretical Girls,
The Gun Club,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Invisible,
Darondo,
Black Flag,
Unwound,
Malaria!,
Kool Moe Dee,
Matthew Bourne,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scientists,
Amon Düül,
The Cramps,
Alton Ellis,
The Count Five,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mission of Burma,
Marmalade,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.