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 Dominican Republic 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer 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 Mandrill to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet 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 arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Peter & Gordon,
Panda Bear,
Godley & Creme,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dual Sessions,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Henry Cow,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Associates,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Slick Rick,
The Knickerbockers,
Echospace,
Severed Heads,
Little Man,
D'Angelo,
the Slits,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Techniques,
Piero Umiliani,
The Trojans,
China Crisis,
Suburban Knight,
Wings,
Royal Trux,
Kool Moe Dee,
H. Thieme,
Jawbox,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Accadde A,
Vladislav Delay,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joe Smooth,
Organ,
The Slackers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Count Five,
Patti Smith,
The Last Poets,
Todd Rundgren,
Skaos,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marvin Gaye,
Unwound,
Y Pants,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nik Kershaw,
The Electric Prunes,
Bill Wells,
One Last Wish,
June Days,
Crime,
Agent Orange,
The Moleskins,
Eve St. Jones,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.