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 Andorra and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Swans to the funk 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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet 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 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Alice Coltrane,
Siglo XX,
Accadde A,
Fort Wilson Riot,
KRS-One,
Nick Fraelich,
The Motions,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Silicon Teens,
Dark Day,
Archie Shepp,
Eurythmics,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Soft Machine,
Zapp,
Hasil Adkins,
Crooked Eye,
Minny Pops,
Ken Boothe,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Anthony Braxton,
Barrington Levy,
Derrick May,
Banda Bassotti,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gichy Dan,
Bush Tetras,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
AZ,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Duran Duran,
The Last Poets,
Scott Walker,
Guru Guru,
Livin' Joy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sex Pistols,
Quantec,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mary Jane Girls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rekid,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Stereo Dub,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Black Dice,
Warren Ellis,
ABBA,
Wasted Youth,
Los Fastidios,
Oblivians,
CMW,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rotary Connection,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.