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 Korea South and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bob Dylan to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a sitar and an oboe 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Susan Cadogan,
Adolescents,
Dave Gahan,
Radiohead,
Bobby Womack,
A Certain Ratio,
Visage,
UT,
Donald Byrd,
Black Flag,
Thee Headcoats,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Slave,
Los Fastidios,
The Fire Engines,
Gichy Dan,
Crash Course in Science,
Make Up,
Dawn Penn,
Scrapy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
New Age Steppers,
Joensuu 1685,
Gerry Rafferty,
PIL,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gang Green,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Warren Ellis,
Harry Pussy,
Monolake,
Easy Going,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tubeway Army,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eric Copeland,
Vladislav Delay,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
ABC,
Niagra,
Public Enemy,
Bang On A Can,
Bill Wells,
Sex Pistols,
Sound Behaviour,
Traffic Nightmare,
Chrome,
Barry Ungar,
Main Source,
Rapeman,
The Skatalites,
The J.B.'s,
Au Pairs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.