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 Mauritania and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Von Mondo to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gories. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Arthur Verocai,
Soft Machine,
Half Japanese,
Absolute Body Control,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scrapy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Skriet,
Dead Boys,
Banda Bassotti,
Y Pants,
Sonic Youth,
The Walker Brothers,
Los Fastidios,
Harry Pussy,
Gabor Szabo,
Skaos,
Lalann,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Birthday Party,
Iggy Pop,
The Searchers,
Davy DMX,
Ludus,
Technova,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jawbox,
The Cramps,
Saccharine Trust,
Robert Hood,
Tom Boy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Barbara Tucker,
The Sonics,
John Foxx,
Anakelly,
Lakeside,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Minutemen,
Soft Cell,
Shoche,
Mark Hollis,
Tres Demented,
Sister Nancy,
Black Bananas,
Ronnie Foster,
DJ Style,
Yazoo,
Royal Trux,
Monks,
Faust,
Schoolly D,
Marine Girls,
Dorothy Ashby,
Massinfluence,
Joey Negro,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.