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 Rwanda and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Sarah Menescal to the crunk 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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Piero Umiliani,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
New Order,
Funkadelic,
La Düsseldorf,
Black Bananas,
Blossom Toes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Warren Ellis,
Warsaw,
L. Decosne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Grauzone,
Adolescents,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Glenn Branca,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Girls At Our Best!,
Godley & Creme,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bill Wells,
Q and Not U,
Popol Vuh,
Liliput,
U.S. Maple,
Terry Callier,
Soulsonic Force,
Ronnie Foster,
The Index,
Pierre Henry,
Spandau Ballet,
The Young Rascals,
Kool Moe Dee,
CMW,
Cybotron,
Yellowson,
X-102,
Byron Stingily,
Kurtis Blow,
Unwound,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Holt,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Niagra,
The Velvet Underground,
Heaven 17,
Excepter,
Jeru the Damaja,
Drexciya,
Flipper,
Pantaleimon,
Von Mondo,
Hashim,
Altered Images,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Residents,
X-101,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eurythmics,
The Cowsills,
The Victims,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.