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 Israel and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Alton Ellis to the dance 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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Eurythmics,
Tom Boy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dennis Brown,
Joey Negro,
Connie Case,
Mantronix,
Cheater Slicks,
Hoover,
Al Stewart,
Negative Approach,
The Slackers,
Mission of Burma,
Quadrant,
Todd Rundgren,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bluetip,
Albert Ayler,
OOIOO,
L. Decosne,
Colin Newman,
Radio Birdman,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Raincoats,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Audionom,
Minor Threat,
Kurtis Blow,
the Swans,
Sarah Menescal,
Excepter,
Rufus Thomas,
Chris & Cosey,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Los Fastidios,
Pulsallama,
Stetsasonic,
The Leaves,
The Flesh Eaters,
Barry Ungar,
Steve Hackett,
The Divine Comedy,
Michelle Simonal,
CMW,
The Fall,
Y Pants,
Ponytail,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cybotron,
Idris Muhammad,
The Offenders,
Judy Mowatt,
Drive Like Jehu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
David Bowie,
The Cramps,
T.S.O.L.,
The Invisible,
Spandau Ballet,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.