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 Bangladesh and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Moebius to the techno 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
The Residents,
Los Fastidios,
Minny Pops,
The Five Americans,
Y Pants,
Skarface,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wings,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pantytec,
Babytalk,
This Heat,
Niagra,
Archie Shepp,
Gregory Isaacs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Mummies,
Oblivians,
John Coltrane,
Gang Green,
The Slackers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tubeway Army,
the Slits,
Fela Kuti,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Popol Vuh,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Aloha Tigers,
Dave Gahan,
Minnie Riperton,
Grandmaster Flash,
Funkadelic,
Malaria!,
Surgeon,
Andrew Hill,
Bootsy Collins,
Fat Boys,
The Fuzztones,
F. McDonald,
Grey Daturas,
Q65,
Delta 5,
Pharoah Sanders,
Max Romeo,
the Bar-Kays,
Mandrill,
The Gladiators,
Deepchord,
Dead Boys,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sight & Sound,
Q and Not U,
Tropical Tobacco,
Skaos,
Lucky Dragons,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lou Reed,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.