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 Turkmenistan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 F. McDonald to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet 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 guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Erykah Badu,
Todd Terry,
Rakim,
Shoche,
Mad Mike,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Pop Group,
The Durutti Column,
Sun City Girls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lou Reed,
Parry Music,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
UT,
Sam Rivers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pussy Galore,
Trumans Water,
Scion,
Pere Ubu,
One Last Wish,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bang On A Can,
Cluster,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
AZ,
Quadrant,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lindisfarne,
Reuben Wilson,
Gichy Dan,
Animal Collective,
Loose Ends,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Saccharine Trust,
The Smoke,
The Electric Prunes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eric B and Rakim,
Alton Ellis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crash Course in Science,
James White and The Blacks,
Chris Corsano,
The Dead C,
Suburban Knight,
Skarface,
David McCallum,
Tom Boy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Y Pants,
The Music Machine,
Scientists,
Scan 7,
Rufus Thomas,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jacob Miller,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.