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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare 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 arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lower 48,
Au Pairs,
Ultravox,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Shoche,
The Residents,
Icehouse,
The Searchers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Blossom Toes,
Delta 5,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joyce Sims,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Gladiators,
Idris Muhammad,
Warsaw,
This Heat,
Michelle Simonal,
Lou Reed,
Crooked Eye,
Minor Threat,
The American Breed,
Animal Collective,
Rakim,
Scion,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ken Boothe,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Alison Limerick,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Stooges,
These Immortal Souls,
Make Up,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nas,
New York Dolls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Audionom,
Eve St. Jones,
Faraquet,
Deadbeat,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lungfish,
Y Pants,
The Fire Engines,
Joensuu 1685,
Vainqueur,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Pop Group,
Rekid,
Jandek,
The Move,
Motorama,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.