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 Haiti and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Glenn Branca to the rap 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ 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 rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Kas Product,
Erasure,
Essential Logic,
Neil Young,
The Motions,
Mark Hollis,
Intrusion,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
JFA,
Gichy Dan,
Suicide,
Bobby Womack,
Sister Nancy,
Grauzone,
Wire,
Soft Cell,
Mandrill,
The Zeros,
Anakelly,
K-Klass,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Easy Going,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Electric Prunes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Minnie Riperton,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The J.B.'s,
Idris Muhammad,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Golliwogs,
The Leaves,
R.M.O.,
Boredoms,
Ten City,
Joe Smooth,
Bill Near,
Harpers Bizarre,
Smog,
Kerri Chandler,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Red Krayola,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Agent Orange,
Danielle Patucci,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gang Gang Dance,
Crime,
Simply Red,
Lou Christie,
Moby Grape,
Dual Sessions,
Reagan Youth,
The Cowsills,
Dark Day,
Marvin Gaye,
Yazoo,
Pulsallama,
Babytalk,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.