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 Monaco and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin 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 Albert Ayler to the jazz 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord 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 synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Mantronix,
Juan Atkins,
Magma,
Flamin' Groovies,
Albert Ayler,
Darondo,
Bush Tetras,
Black Bananas,
Terry Callier,
Youth Brigade,
H. Thieme,
Ohio Players,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Fortunes,
Minnie Riperton,
Main Source,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mr. Review,
T. Rex,
New Age Steppers,
Barrington Levy,
Dennis Brown,
Eric B and Rakim,
Half Japanese,
The Count Five,
Al Stewart,
Sly & The Family Stone,
EPMD,
Black Pus,
Television,
Accadde A,
Eurythmics,
Drive Like Jehu,
Hardrive,
Pantytec,
Deakin,
the Human League,
Porter Ricks,
Sällskapet,
Matthew Halsall,
Grandmaster Flash,
Thee Headcoats,
The Cramps,
Wally Richardson,
Arthur Verocai,
Glambeats Corp.,
Peter and Kerry,
Matthew Bourne,
Nils Olav,
Marmalade,
Rosa Yemen,
The Angels of Light,
Malaria!,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Howard Jones,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sonic Youth,
John Holt,
Cymande,
La Düsseldorf,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.