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 Armenia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron 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 Sexual Harrassment to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
Nation of Ulysses,
Gong,
Faraquet,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Patti Smith,
Radiopuhelimet,
Robert Wyatt,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Slits,
Quantec,
The Modern Lovers,
Albert Ayler,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ronan,
Moby Grape,
Todd Terry,
Godley & Creme,
Lebanon Hanover,
Smog,
The Wake,
The Fall,
The Monochrome Set,
The American Breed,
Mantronix,
The Buckinghams,
Throbbing Gristle,
Piero Umiliani,
Tears for Fears,
Buzzcocks,
Kas Product,
Eric Copeland,
The Toasters,
Slave,
One Last Wish,
Barclay James Harvest,
Magma,
Mad Mike,
The Moleskins,
Das Ding,
Public Image Ltd.,
Roger Hodgson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
U.S. Maple,
Khruangbin,
Sparks,
Nick Fraelich,
Steve Hackett,
The Golliwogs,
Toni Rubio,
Delta 5,
Grauzone,
The Offenders,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Bananas,
The Fire Engines,
Sonic Youth,
Black Sheep,
Zero Boys,
Popol Vuh,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.