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 Mali and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Fuzztones to the techno 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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a guitar 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 oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
The Star Department,
Chris & Cosey,
Henry Cow,
Crime,
Agitation Free,
Marmalade,
The Gories,
Minnie Riperton,
L. Decosne,
New York Dolls,
E-Dancer,
Ultra Naté,
Scientists,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Man Parrish,
Cybotron,
Crooked Eye,
Max Romeo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Symarip,
Public Enemy,
Skaos,
Severed Heads,
Blancmange,
Sound Behaviour,
Nation of Ulysses,
Darondo,
Alton Ellis,
Minutemen,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Music Machine,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gichy Dan,
The Motions,
Babytalk,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joy Division,
Cheater Slicks,
DJ Style,
The Trojans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ultravox,
Smog,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
F. McDonald,
John Foxx,
Masters at Work,
Moebius,
Mr. Review,
Skriet,
Banda Bassotti,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tim Buckley,
The Pretty Things,
Joensuu 1685,
Bluetip,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fall,
Index,
Marine Girls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.