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 Bhutan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cybotron 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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin 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 theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
The J.B.'s,
The Real Kids,
Godley & Creme,
Loose Ends,
Soft Machine,
Gabor Szabo,
The Fire Engines,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Cale,
Bronski Beat,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
New Age Steppers,
Yellowson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rakim,
Junior Murvin,
The Slackers,
Von Mondo,
Q65,
Cecil Taylor,
Prince Buster,
Jawbox,
Frankie Knuckles,
Swans,
Ludus,
Be Bop Deluxe,
JFA,
Barry Ungar,
Sun City Girls,
Symarip,
Gang Green,
Fat Boys,
Organ,
The Slits,
Kerri Chandler,
Panda Bear,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Technova,
Wings,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
June Days,
K-Klass,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
U.S. Maple,
Blancmange,
The Walker Brothers,
B.T. Express,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
T. Rex,
Isaac Hayes,
Echospace,
Sugar Minott,
Roy Ayers,
Niagra,
Scion,
Arab on Radar,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Piero Umiliani,
Bang On A Can,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.