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 United Kingdom and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Young Marble Giants 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator 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 linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Pylon,
Banda Bassotti,
kango's stein massive,
Aural Exciters,
T.S.O.L.,
X-101,
Gong,
Tommy Roe,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bluetip,
The Raincoats,
Unwound,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Blake Baxter,
Negative Approach,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cheater Slicks,
The Toasters,
The Standells,
Young Marble Giants,
The American Breed,
The Monochrome Set,
Circle Jerks,
Rod Modell,
David McCallum,
Barbara Tucker,
Buzzcocks,
The Sound,
Dead Boys,
Spandau Ballet,
Shoche,
Grey Daturas,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ralphi Rosario,
Magma,
Q and Not U,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dave Gahan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Idris Muhammad,
Tropical Tobacco,
Arcadia,
Jawbox,
Albert Ayler,
Danielle Patucci,
The Velvet Underground,
Black Moon,
The Mojo Men,
World's Most,
The Grass Roots,
Metal Thangz,
Lindisfarne,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sarah Menescal,
Davy DMX,
The Motions,
The Mummies,
The United States of America,
Bob Dylan,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.