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 Ireland and from Tehran.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the sitar 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 Al Stewart to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Accadde A,
Fear,
Idris Muhammad,
Clear Light,
Ultravox,
Von Mondo,
Wings,
John Cale,
The Moody Blues,
Basic Channel,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Urselle,
Nirvana,
The J.B.'s,
Eric Copeland,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Carl Craig,
The Busters,
Ultra Naté,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Stereo Dub,
Bill Near,
Pantaleimon,
Young Marble Giants,
Severed Heads,
Gang Green,
Liliput,
Soft Machine,
Stiv Bators,
Electric Prunes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
JFA,
Flamin' Groovies,
Intrusion,
Jacques Brel,
Cluster,
Magma,
The Smiths,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lebanon Hanover,
Groovy Waters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Holt,
The Gladiators,
The Golliwogs,
Fad Gadget,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Motorama,
Babytalk,
Peter and Kerry,
Bad Manners,
Cameo,
Kayak,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Yaz,
Supertramp,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.