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 Bhutan and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Donny Hathaway to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
The Sonics,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bill Wells,
Wolf Eyes,
Bill Near,
CMW,
AZ,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Buzzcocks,
Moss Icon,
Stetsasonic,
Eddi Front,
Slave,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ronan,
Archie Shepp,
Sonny Sharrock,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Colin Newman,
Anakelly,
The Smoke,
Tomorrow,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Monochrome Set,
The Kinks,
Ken Boothe,
Scratch Acid,
Eli Mardock,
Severed Heads,
Franke,
John Lydon,
Animal Collective,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tres Demented,
Radio Birdman,
Silicon Teens,
Soulsonic Force,
Dual Sessions,
The Slackers,
Chris & Cosey,
The Velvet Underground,
Alphaville,
Cheater Slicks,
Nik Kershaw,
Donald Byrd,
Visage,
Warsaw,
The Tremeloes,
The Trojans,
Index,
Max Romeo,
Gong,
Make Up,
The J.B.'s,
Symarip,
The Litter,
Joy Division,
Massinfluence,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.