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 United Kingdom and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the guitar 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the rock 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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pagans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Pierre Henry,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mark Hollis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Magma,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Siglo XX,
Idris Muhammad,
Model 500,
Stockholm Monsters,
E-Dancer,
Oneida,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lyres,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Young Marble Giants,
Niagra,
Whodini,
John Cale,
Patti Smith,
Eli Mardock,
Brass Construction,
Jesper Dahlback,
Black Pus,
Ultravox,
The Durutti Column,
Jawbox,
Adolescents,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jeff Lynne,
Zapp,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Martian,
JFA,
Easy Going,
Spandau Ballet,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Aswad,
Unwound,
Lalo Schifrin,
Suicide,
The Index,
Scrapy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kurtis Blow,
Das Ding,
John Coltrane,
The Wake,
Technova,
Dennis Brown,
the Bar-Kays,
Iggy Pop,
Kenny Larkin,
the Human League,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
OOIOO,
The Golliwogs,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.