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 Thailand and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 cv313 to the rap 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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Saccharine Trust,
Groovy Waters,
David Axelrod,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Electric Prunes,
Henry Cow,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lou Reed,
Ultra Naté,
Donald Byrd,
The Offenders,
Supertramp,
Minor Threat,
Quadrant,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Public Enemy,
Susan Cadogan,
The Barracudas,
John Cale,
Motorama,
The Monks,
Lightning Bolt,
E-Dancer,
The Flesh Eaters,
John Foxx,
PIL,
Cecil Taylor,
Donny Hathaway,
Don Cherry,
Tom Boy,
China Crisis,
The Dirtbombs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Chrome,
Dead Boys,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bizarre Inc.,
Charles Mingus,
Joey Negro,
Kool Moe Dee,
Inner City,
The Slackers,
The Raincoats,
Lucky Dragons,
The Count Five,
The Human League,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Remains,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Johnny Clarke,
Brick,
Negative Approach,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ten City,
Ludus,
Gang Green,
Unrelated Segments,
The Modern Lovers,
The Red Krayola,
F. McDonald,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.