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 Belgium and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Robert Hood to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba 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 organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
June Days,
Mars,
The Music Machine,
The Blackbyrds,
Banda Bassotti,
Sonic Youth,
Absolute Body Control,
Roger Hodgson,
Kurtis Blow,
KRS-One,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sex Pistols,
FM Einheit,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mr. Review,
Byron Stingily,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Beau Brummels,
The Divine Comedy,
Steve Hackett,
Spandau Ballet,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sarah Menescal,
Brand Nubian,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Swans,
Al Stewart,
Nirvana,
LL Cool J,
Funky Four + One,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The J.B.'s,
AZ,
JFA,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Television Personalities,
The United States of America,
Funkadelic,
Dawn Penn,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Faraquet,
Reuben Wilson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pulsallama,
Lakeside,
The Gladiators,
The Wake,
Amazonics,
the Slits,
Tom Boy,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Smiths,
The Fall,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.