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 Belgium and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Minny Pops to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a spring reverb 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 theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Model 500,
Theoretical Girls,
Youth Brigade,
Radiopuhelimet,
Quadrant,
Accadde A,
Cymande,
The Cowsills,
These Immortal Souls,
Marc Almond,
Joe Smooth,
Loose Ends,
Pylon,
The Red Krayola,
In Retrospect,
Bobby Byrd,
Minor Threat,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fat Boys,
Black Sheep,
the Normal,
Archie Shepp,
Alton Ellis,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Electric Prunes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Patti Smith,
Rites of Spring,
Nirvana,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Grauzone,
Roxy Music,
The Skatalites,
Jeff Lynne,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jawbox,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Susan Cadogan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
New Age Steppers,
The Martian,
The Modern Lovers,
Mad Mike,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Faust,
Danielle Patucci,
Lindisfarne,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pulsallama,
The Smiths,
Bob Dylan,
Swell Maps,
Barrington Levy,
Sun City Girls,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.