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 Namibia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a clarinet and a mellotron 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 güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Hasil Adkins,
K-Klass,
DNA,
June Days,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fela Kuti,
Khruangbin,
Lucky Dragons,
Rosa Yemen,
The Stooges,
The Fortunes,
Agent Orange,
Buzzcocks,
Hardrive,
Scrapy,
Sound Behaviour,
Bluetip,
John Cale,
Terrestrial Tones,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Monolake,
Pylon,
These Immortal Souls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Brothers Johnson,
Sister Nancy,
The Gladiators,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kerri Chandler,
Television Personalities,
Black Moon,
Youth Brigade,
Nick Fraelich,
Echospace,
Thee Headcoats,
This Heat,
Quantec,
The Blues Magoos,
Eric Dolphy,
Barry Ungar,
Ronnie Foster,
Chrome,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Modern Lovers,
Albert Ayler,
Deepchord,
Man Eating Sloth,
David McCallum,
Graham Central Station,
Robert Hood,
PIL,
Outsiders,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Electric Prunes,
Arthur Verocai,
Theoretical Girls,
Grauzone,
Lebanon Hanover,
Crooked Eye,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.