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 Honduras and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kaleidoscope to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a linndrum 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?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Frankie Knuckles,
Swell Maps,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Skriet,
Lindisfarne,
Drive Like Jehu,
Vladislav Delay,
Funkadelic,
Ornette Coleman,
Stockholm Monsters,
Anakelly,
D'Angelo,
Sound Behaviour,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Talk Talk,
Television Personalities,
Chrome,
Grauzone,
Kenny Larkin,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Fania All-Stars,
Procol Harum,
Radiohead,
Ultra Naté,
The Invisible,
Ponytail,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joe Finger,
the Human League,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Moody Blues,
Brothers Johnson,
The Neon Judgement,
Anthony Braxton,
Juan Atkins,
David McCallum,
Pantytec,
Dark Day,
China Crisis,
Jerry's Kids,
New Age Steppers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fatback Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gang of Four,
Los Fastidios,
Guru Guru,
Rekid,
Freddie Wadling,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Golliwogs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fela Kuti,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
David Bowie,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gichy Dan,
The Techniques,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rapeman,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.