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 Macedonia and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ultimate Spinach to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a clarinet 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 guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Black Dice,
Royal Trux,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Gun Club,
Quantec,
Zero Boys,
Toni Rubio,
Howard Jones,
The Techniques,
The Fire Engines,
Suburban Knight,
Kurtis Blow,
The Walker Brothers,
Delta 5,
the Slits,
James Chance & The Contortions,
PIL,
OOIOO,
Parry Music,
Slick Rick,
Saccharine Trust,
Flamin' Groovies,
B.T. Express,
John Cale,
Deadbeat,
Yazoo,
Rotary Connection,
Second Layer,
Robert Görl,
In Retrospect,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Sound,
Bush Tetras,
Camouflage,
Drexciya,
Wire,
Reuben Wilson,
Letta Mbulu,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Curtis Mayfield,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
June Days,
Lungfish,
Reagan Youth,
Cymande,
Lalo Schifrin,
T. Rex,
Audionom,
Model 500,
One Last Wish,
Blossom Toes,
Funky Four + One,
The Beau Brummels,
The Mojo Men,
The Tremeloes,
Metal Thangz,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Germs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.