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 Singapore and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris 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 theremin 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 Janne Schatter to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba 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 chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Glenn Branca,
Toni Rubio,
the Swans,
Jeff Lynne,
Tears for Fears,
The Black Dice,
Isaac Hayes,
Fatback Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Eric Copeland,
Tropical Tobacco,
Davy DMX,
Minny Pops,
Ituana,
The Techniques,
Easy Going,
Warsaw,
The Fugs,
The Stooges,
Charles Mingus,
Subhumans,
the Normal,
Animal Collective,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Man Parrish,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lucky Dragons,
Thompson Twins,
Harry Pussy,
Outsiders,
Deepchord,
The New Christs,
Rosa Yemen,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Country Teasers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Banda Bassotti,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ten City,
Steve Hackett,
The Velvet Underground,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joensuu 1685,
Cecil Taylor,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Brothers Johnson,
Piero Umiliani,
Mark Hollis,
D'Angelo,
Alphaville,
Rhythm & Sound,
Carl Craig,
Swell Maps,
Ponytail,
Joey Negro,
Sight & Sound,
Blossom Toes,
Tubeway Army,
Gong,
The Angels of Light,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.