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 Uruguay and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Animal Collective to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 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 organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Aural Exciters,
Camberwell Now,
Johnny Clarke,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
One Last Wish,
Bob Dylan,
Hot Snakes,
The Mummies,
Kaleidoscope,
Cameo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gong,
Bang On A Can,
Connie Case,
Harmonia,
Roxy Music,
The Velvet Underground,
The Victims,
Al Stewart,
Scratch Acid,
Bluetip,
Audionom,
The Toasters,
kango's stein massive,
Nils Olav,
Alison Limerick,
The Kinks,
AZ,
Anthony Braxton,
Y Pants,
Mantronix,
Ice-T,
The Trojans,
New Order,
Gastr Del Sol,
Camouflage,
DNA,
L. Decosne,
The Gap Band,
Bill Wells,
Joe Finger,
Gang Green,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kevin Saunderson,
Idris Muhammad,
The Shadows of Knight,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cal Tjader,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Judy Mowatt,
The Dead C,
Gabor Szabo,
the Slits,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Swans,
Delta 5,
Boredoms,
Kerri Chandler,
Suburban Knight,
Popol Vuh,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.