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 Madagascar and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Paris.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Y Pants to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare 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 clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
H. Thieme,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eddi Front,
The Birthday Party,
48th St. Collective,
Radiohead,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Severed Heads,
Jesper Dahlback,
Brick,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Laurel Aitken,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Association,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Gap Band,
The Victims,
The Durutti Column,
The Monks,
Tubeway Army,
David Bowie,
Mandrill,
Sound Behaviour,
New Order,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jawbox,
The Buckinghams,
Agent Orange,
The Mojo Men,
Slick Rick,
Joe Smooth,
Yusef Lateef,
Marc Almond,
Piero Umiliani,
Sex Pistols,
Nas,
Lower 48,
Chris Corsano,
Scan 7,
Jandek,
Nils Olav,
Section 25,
Swans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Blackbyrds,
Marshall Jefferson,
James White and The Blacks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jeru the Damaja,
Funkadelic,
Neil Young,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Bar-Kays,
Charles Mingus,
Chris & Cosey,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rod Modell,
Harmonia,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.