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 Bolivia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sexual Harrassment to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ 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 snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Deakin,
Mandrill,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
X-Ray Spex,
Excepter,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mark Hollis,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Beau Brummels,
The Cowsills,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Trojans,
Procol Harum,
Trumans Water,
Minutemen,
The J.B.'s,
Scratch Acid,
Alison Limerick,
Roger Hodgson,
Dennis Brown,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Thompson Twins,
Todd Terry,
Delta 5,
Dave Gahan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Selecter,
Oblivians,
Roxette,
cv313,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Five Americans,
Aloha Tigers,
Bobby Sherman,
John Coltrane,
Ken Boothe,
K-Klass,
Bootsy Collins,
The Dead C,
The Happenings,
Skriet,
Magma,
The Golliwogs,
Rotary Connection,
Jeff Mills,
The Human League,
Television Personalities,
Fatback Band,
Swell Maps,
The Stooges,
Al Stewart,
Chrome,
Zero Boys,
The Black Dice,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marshall Jefferson,
Newcleus,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.