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 Vietnam and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the güiro 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Glambeats Corp.,
Aural Exciters,
Organ,
Second Layer,
Mantronix,
kango's stein massive,
Newcleus,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Association,
Funkadelic,
A Certain Ratio,
Scion,
Das Ding,
Liliput,
Quantec,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Parry Music,
Sound Behaviour,
MC5,
Maurizio,
Scan 7,
The Cure,
Morten Harket,
Television Personalities,
PIL,
Jawbox,
Barry Ungar,
Alton Ellis,
Robert Hood,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Althea and Donna,
Blossom Toes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wings,
Y Pants,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cheater Slicks,
Donald Byrd,
Nick Fraelich,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ken Boothe,
Camberwell Now,
The Doors,
Gil Scott Heron,
U.S. Maple,
Ten City,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marvin Gaye,
Siglo XX,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Severed Heads,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bill Wells,
Angry Samoans,
Roy Ayers,
Black Flag,
Colin Newman,
L. Decosne,
Panda Bear,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.