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 Slovenia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gerry Rafferty to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Doors,
Bobby Byrd,
Can,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Moleskins,
Magma,
Zero Boys,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Desert Stars,
Stiv Bators,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Leonard Cohen,
Amazonics,
Yellowson,
Ohio Players,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Colin Newman,
Electric Prunes,
David Axelrod,
Brick,
Kool Moe Dee,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Stooges,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pagans,
Das Ding,
The Angels of Light,
The Pop Group,
The Cowsills,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Associates,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Vainqueur,
Amon Düül II,
Michelle Simonal,
David Bowie,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scan 7,
Mars,
Andrew Hill,
PIL,
Sexual Harrassment,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Knickerbockers,
Echospace,
A Certain Ratio,
Banda Bassotti,
Nik Kershaw,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
JFA,
Agent Orange,
Dave Gahan,
June Days,
Laurel Aitken,
Lindisfarne,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Dead C,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Delon & Dalcan,
Guru Guru,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.