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 Norway and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Wake to the disco 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet 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 linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Traffic Nightmare,
New Age Steppers,
Eurythmics,
Gregory Isaacs,
Janne Schatter,
The Gun Club,
Excepter,
The Stooges,
Jesper Dahlback,
Piero Umiliani,
The Trojans,
Minnie Riperton,
The Divine Comedy,
Tears for Fears,
Mark Hollis,
Sonny Sharrock,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ultra Naté,
Guru Guru,
Scion,
John Foxx,
Iggy Pop,
Grey Daturas,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Al Stewart,
Sister Nancy,
Mission of Burma,
Scientists,
AZ,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Brothers Johnson,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Remains,
Fatback Band,
Country Teasers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sun Ra,
the Sonics,
Newcleus,
Tim Buckley,
cv313,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Radio Birdman,
Howard Jones,
Judy Mowatt,
The Fire Engines,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rakim,
Flipper,
Maleditus Sound,
Ossler,
Angry Samoans,
Roy Ayers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
China Crisis,
Bluetip,
Kevin Saunderson,
Banda Bassotti,
Avey Tare,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.