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 Chile and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pantaleimon to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin 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 clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Visage,
Von Mondo,
Technova,
Sällskapet,
Connie Case,
Nils Olav,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Half Japanese,
Rakim,
Chrome,
AZ,
Goldenarms,
The Human League,
Excepter,
Yazoo,
The Music Machine,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
MC5,
Television,
Harpers Bizarre,
Idris Muhammad,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Unwound,
Maleditus Sound,
Pulsallama,
OOIOO,
John Holt,
Mo-Dettes,
A Certain Ratio,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joensuu 1685,
Nirvana,
The Five Americans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fall,
The Cure,
Jacques Brel,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ituana,
Severed Heads,
Pagans,
Joe Finger,
The Fugs,
The Saints,
Crash Course in Science,
Peter & Gordon,
The Durutti Column,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Doors,
Scion,
The Beau Brummels,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Prince Buster,
Amon Düül,
Sex Pistols,
Dark Day,
John Coltrane,
Scientists,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Warsaw,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.