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 Bolivia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Aural Exciters to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Archie Shepp,
Wings,
Iggy Pop,
The Raincoats,
Chrome,
K-Klass,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Slits,
Popol Vuh,
Mark Hollis,
New Order,
Liliput,
Ten City,
Radio Birdman,
The New Christs,
The Victims,
Eve St. Jones,
The Tremeloes,
Ultravox,
Isaac Hayes,
Blake Baxter,
Rosa Yemen,
Matthew Halsall,
Deadbeat,
Brass Construction,
John Coltrane,
Jimmy McGriff,
Young Marble Giants,
The Grass Roots,
Lucky Dragons,
Byron Stingily,
The Knickerbockers,
Al Stewart,
Glambeats Corp.,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bang On A Can,
Goldenarms,
Bobby Hutcherson,
June of 44,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Martian,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tom Boy,
Hasil Adkins,
Marshall Jefferson,
EPMD,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gang Starr,
Charles Mingus,
The Mojo Men,
Albert Ayler,
Lalo Schifrin,
June Days,
Make Up,
Porter Ricks,
John Foxx,
AZ,
Excepter,
Darondo,
Minor Threat,
Fugazi,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.