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 Swaziland and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Skriet,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sixth Finger,
The Doors,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fat Boys,
Cheater Slicks,
Arthur Verocai,
Charles Mingus,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Max Romeo,
Donald Byrd,
The Beau Brummels,
Reagan Youth,
Deakin,
The Mummies,
Amazonics,
Organ,
Lebanon Hanover,
Howard Jones,
Aural Exciters,
R.M.O.,
Nik Kershaw,
Stereo Dub,
H. Thieme,
Tommy Roe,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rekid,
CMW,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Massinfluence,
World's Most,
Brothers Johnson,
Minnie Riperton,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mantronix,
The Selecter,
Soft Cell,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wolf Eyes,
The Offenders,
Henry Cow,
Soft Machine,
Panda Bear,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kas Product,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ornette Coleman,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Glenn Branca,
Skarface,
Jeff Mills,
Masters at Work,
Section 25,
Lindisfarne,
Siglo XX,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.