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 Slovenia and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Sun Ra to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar 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 chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Livin' Joy,
The Residents,
Marshall Jefferson,
Patti Smith,
Gang Green,
ABBA,
Joe Finger,
Mars,
The Dead C,
Youth Brigade,
Graham Central Station,
Underground Resistance,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lyres,
Brass Construction,
Alice Coltrane,
The Real Kids,
Wally Richardson,
Davy DMX,
Stereo Dub,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fuzztones,
The Saints,
The Evens,
Flipper,
Vainqueur,
Von Mondo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Dirtbombs,
Sugar Minott,
The Monochrome Set,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cal Tjader,
Sandy B,
Glenn Branca,
Ronnie Foster,
New Age Steppers,
Parry Music,
Spandau Ballet,
Roxette,
Stockholm Monsters,
Brick,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jerry's Kids,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Bauhaus,
June of 44,
Swell Maps,
Tommy Roe,
Cymande,
Suburban Knight,
Mad Mike,
Robert Görl,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Birthday Party,
The Cowsills,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Iggy Pop,
Pierre Henry,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.