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 Somalia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the theremin 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 Alton Ellis 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a rhodes 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 arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Minny Pops,
Rufus Thomas,
The Skatalites,
Jandek,
The Wake,
Electric Prunes,
Pulsallama,
Aloha Tigers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Anthony Braxton,
Ohio Players,
Liliput,
MC5,
Jeff Mills,
Susan Cadogan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
E-Dancer,
The Birthday Party,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Leonard Cohen,
Newcleus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Janne Schatter,
Ronan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
David McCallum,
Eli Mardock,
Moebius,
Scott Walker,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Litter,
Scan 7,
the Germs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
D'Angelo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Livin' Joy,
Mars,
David Bowie,
Flash Fearless,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Toasters,
OOIOO,
Henry Cow,
Banda Bassotti,
Bizarre Inc.,
Swell Maps,
Circle Jerks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lalann,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mandrill,
Freddie Wadling,
Wolf Eyes,
Oblivians,
Sam Rivers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.