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 Egypt and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Gregory Isaacs to the jazz 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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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 Cramps,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sugar Minott,
Reagan Youth,
The Neon Judgement,
Sister Nancy,
Kenny Larkin,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dual Sessions,
Fifty Foot Hose,
June of 44,
Boz Scaggs,
Nik Kershaw,
ABBA,
The Velvet Underground,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The J.B.'s,
Pantaleimon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Normal,
Tomorrow,
Rod Modell,
Slick Rick,
Bobby Byrd,
Blake Baxter,
Brand Nubian,
Nas,
Anthony Braxton,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ice-T,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kerri Chandler,
Visage,
Juan Atkins,
Camberwell Now,
Minnie Riperton,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Adolescents,
Laurel Aitken,
Inner City,
Tim Buckley,
Jeru the Damaja,
Hoover,
Mark Hollis,
Cymande,
Fugazi,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Maleditus Sound,
The Red Krayola,
the Germs,
Al Stewart,
The Pop Group,
The Shadows of Knight,
D'Angelo,
Nico,
The Birthday Party,
Sight & Sound,
Excepter,
Scrapy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Altered Images,
Blancmange,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.