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 Turkey and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Animal Collective to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer 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 rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pulsallama,
Archie Shepp,
Soft Machine,
Arthur Verocai,
Hardrive,
Scion,
The Buckinghams,
Stiv Bators,
Dave Gahan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Absolute Body Control,
Barry Ungar,
Flamin' Groovies,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Oblivians,
Delta 5,
Wally Richardson,
Y Pants,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Aaron Thompson,
Scan 7,
The Litter,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Pretty Things,
The Doors,
June Days,
Warren Ellis,
Harry Pussy,
Sun Ra,
Section 25,
Pagans,
Eli Mardock,
The Count Five,
Main Source,
Junior Murvin,
Byron Stingily,
The Monochrome Set,
PIL,
Bang On A Can,
Cameo,
Davy DMX,
Second Layer,
Fatback Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Stockholm Monsters,
Drexciya,
Eve St. Jones,
The Selecter,
The Busters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Charles Mingus,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cluster,
Fat Boys,
Girls At Our Best!,
Goldenarms,
Rakim,
Funky Four + One,
Television Personalities,
X-Ray Spex,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.