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 Belgium and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Black Dice to the punk 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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Chris & Cosey,
Agent Orange,
The Motions,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lou Christie,
Brass Construction,
Schoolly D,
Joe Finger,
Carl Craig,
Grey Daturas,
Kool Moe Dee,
JFA,
Robert Wyatt,
Altered Images,
The Moleskins,
the Human League,
Prince Buster,
Pagans,
Monolake,
Unwound,
Nik Kershaw,
Tubeway Army,
The Cowsills,
Nico,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Franke,
Quantec,
Thee Headcoats,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wasted Youth,
Warren Ellis,
Nils Olav,
Suicide,
ABBA,
Darondo,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Evens,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Birthday Party,
Adolescents,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Germs,
New Order,
Sparks,
Gang Green,
Black Flag,
Colin Newman,
Supertramp,
Mark Hollis,
Brand Nubian,
Kas Product,
The Sound,
Urselle,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Patti Smith,
Hashim,
Negative Approach,
Make Up,
Goldenarms,
The Names,
Lee Hazlewood,
Godley & Creme,
Alice Coltrane,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.