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 Tanzania and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 Dawn Penn to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum 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 guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Saccharine Trust,
K-Klass,
Juan Atkins,
the Swans,
Zapp,
Amazonics,
Clear Light,
New Order,
Minnie Riperton,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dennis Brown,
David McCallum,
Radiohead,
Wasted Youth,
The Toasters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pulsallama,
Warren Ellis,
Alice Coltrane,
Hardrive,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Robert Görl,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Desert Stars,
Shoche,
Fela Kuti,
Ludus,
The Martian,
Sugar Minott,
Inner City,
Camberwell Now,
Smog,
Fatback Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Matthew Bourne,
Todd Terry,
The Velvet Underground,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
X-Ray Spex,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crooked Eye,
Scratch Acid,
Lower 48,
Vladislav Delay,
Angry Samoans,
the Association,
Nick Fraelich,
Aloha Tigers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Technova,
The Red Krayola,
Cluster,
Minutemen,
The Alarm Clocks,
Monolake,
Leonard Cohen,
Groovy Waters,
Marc Almond,
Gong,
Deepchord,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.