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 Guatemala and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Anakelly to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin 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 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?
Yusef Lateef,
Mad Mike,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Slick Rick,
Porter Ricks,
Suicide,
Ronan,
Organ,
Y Pants,
Ultra Naté,
Liliput,
Saccharine Trust,
X-101,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Amon Düül II,
D'Angelo,
Marine Girls,
the Germs,
Mark Hollis,
The Remains,
Sex Pistols,
Lungfish,
Dawn Penn,
Black Pus,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fat Boys,
Banda Bassotti,
Das Ding,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sam Rivers,
Prince Buster,
Crooked Eye,
Pole,
Harmonia,
James White and The Blacks,
Black Bananas,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Shoche,
Yaz,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Stooges,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Slave,
The Monochrome Set,
FM Einheit,
Angry Samoans,
Nick Fraelich,
Fluxion,
Cheater Slicks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mr. Review,
Pet Shop Boys,
Hasil Adkins,
The J.B.'s,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Zapp,
Don Cherry,
Sandy B,
Pantytec,
Toni Rubio,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.