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 Rwanda and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Nirvana to the rock 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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat 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 an organ and a sitar 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 snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Zero Boys,
Scratch Acid,
Man Eating Sloth,
kango's stein massive,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Residents,
Yaz,
Brass Construction,
Joensuu 1685,
The Flesh Eaters,
Glenn Branca,
The Cowsills,
Newcleus,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lebanon Hanover,
June Days,
Sun Ra,
The Gories,
Tropical Tobacco,
Urselle,
Black Sheep,
The Smoke,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Deepchord,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
PIL,
Cecil Taylor,
Crash Course in Science,
Mad Mike,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Soft Cell,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Monochrome Set,
Colin Newman,
Bill Wells,
Pagans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Gap Band,
The Tremeloes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fad Gadget,
Tim Buckley,
Ludus,
Khruangbin,
Jandek,
Subhumans,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fluxion,
Eve St. Jones,
Masters at Work,
The Move,
the Normal,
Crispian St. Peters,
Visage,
Black Flag,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.