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 Romania and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Idris Muhammad to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and an arpeggiator 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 güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Lyres,
Barry Ungar,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Brothers Johnson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rod Modell,
Minor Threat,
Minnie Riperton,
FM Einheit,
Slick Rick,
Soul II Soul,
Donny Hathaway,
Jandek,
The Happenings,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Monks,
Suicide,
John Cale,
Skaos,
Second Layer,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Cramps,
Massinfluence,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eric Copeland,
The Beau Brummels,
Gerry Rafferty,
New York Dolls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marmalade,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Public Image Ltd.,
ABBA,
Parry Music,
Zero Boys,
Don Cherry,
The Gun Club,
Curtis Mayfield,
Duran Duran,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Warsaw,
Moebius,
Blake Baxter,
10cc,
Pantytec,
Godley & Creme,
Aural Exciters,
The Gories,
The Buckinghams,
Gong,
The Doors,
Toni Rubio,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Malaria!,
Adolescents,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.