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 Oman and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Mantronix to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a güiro 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 a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Buzzcocks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dark Day,
Young Marble Giants,
The Stooges,
Swell Maps,
Absolute Body Control,
The Dirtbombs,
June Days,
Angry Samoans,
Swans,
The Vogues,
Faraquet,
The Birthday Party,
Anakelly,
Derrick May,
Bobby Sherman,
The Monochrome Set,
Silicon Teens,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rapeman,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Durutti Column,
Tears for Fears,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
ABC,
Agent Orange,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Velvet Underground,
Godley & Creme,
Scientists,
The Real Kids,
Clear Light,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Das Ding,
Gil Scott Heron,
Amon Düül II,
In Retrospect,
Crash Course in Science,
Country Teasers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Gories,
Audionom,
The Fire Engines,
Deakin,
Black Pus,
Moby Grape,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sight & Sound,
Alton Ellis,
R.M.O.,
Porter Ricks,
Tommy Roe,
Lakeside,
Moebius,
Letta Mbulu,
Groovy Waters,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.