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 Serbia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 New Order to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe 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 sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Angry Samoans,
Pantytec,
Aaron Thompson,
Sex Pistols,
Ultra Naté,
Eric Copeland,
The Neon Judgement,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tubeway Army,
Pylon,
Groovy Waters,
Radiopuhelimet,
Maleditus Sound,
Radio Birdman,
Niagra,
Ossler,
Nick Fraelich,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Stiv Bators,
cv313,
DJ Style,
8 Eyed Spy,
Camberwell Now,
Deadbeat,
The Saints,
Suicide,
JFA,
Malaria!,
Pole,
The Victims,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Banda Bassotti,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dead Boys,
Dorothy Ashby,
ABBA,
Harpers Bizarre,
Quadrant,
Terry Callier,
Rhythm & Sound,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sarah Menescal,
Cecil Taylor,
The United States of America,
Little Man,
Joyce Sims,
The Last Poets,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kerri Chandler,
Circle Jerks,
U.S. Maple,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Young Rascals,
Saccharine Trust,
Gastr Del Sol,
Symarip,
Lindisfarne,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.