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 Cape Verde and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 Lagos and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ 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 Vainqueur to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes 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 organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Gang of Four,
Panda Bear,
Roxy Music,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Seeds,
Negative Approach,
Hoover,
Black Flag,
The Monks,
Letta Mbulu,
The Shadows of Knight,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Reuben Wilson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Morten Harket,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eli Mardock,
Jeru the Damaja,
B.T. Express,
Shoche,
Bootsy Collins,
Kool Moe Dee,
Duran Duran,
The Neon Judgement,
These Immortal Souls,
The Angels of Light,
Prince Buster,
Sight & Sound,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Harpers Bizarre,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bobby Sherman,
Television,
Monolake,
Tim Buckley,
Q and Not U,
The Modern Lovers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Raincoats,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Barry Ungar,
Fear,
Maleditus Sound,
Soulsonic Force,
Lower 48,
Sex Pistols,
Harmonia,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pagans,
Nico,
Fort Wilson Riot,
John Coltrane,
One Last Wish,
Wasted Youth,
Neu!,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dual Sessions,
Michelle Simonal,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.