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 Russia and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Negative Approach to the crunk 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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba 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 spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
The Selecter,
The Wake,
Unwound,
John Holt,
Archie Shepp,
Gang Starr,
Zero Boys,
Parry Music,
Basic Channel,
In Retrospect,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scion,
Soul II Soul,
Qualms,
Cybotron,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Swell Maps,
Gang Gang Dance,
Vainqueur,
Gang of Four,
ABBA,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Hardrive,
Sound Behaviour,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
CMW,
Depeche Mode,
Eli Mardock,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pulsallama,
World's Most,
Susan Cadogan,
The Monks,
The Remains,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Schoolly D,
Tubeway Army,
New Age Steppers,
Marine Girls,
Lebanon Hanover,
Spandau Ballet,
Essential Logic,
Jacob Miller,
The United States of America,
Chrome,
10cc,
Agent Orange,
Magazine,
Lee Hazlewood,
Black Pus,
Fela Kuti,
The Slits,
Dark Day,
Barclay James Harvest,
Heaven 17,
Erasure,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Don Cherry,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.