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 Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the guitar 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod 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 a rhodes 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 harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Basic Channel,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joy Division,
Janne Schatter,
Buzzcocks,
Malaria!,
Alphaville,
the Bar-Kays,
Vladislav Delay,
LL Cool J,
Grey Daturas,
Sister Nancy,
Amazonics,
The Residents,
Kerri Chandler,
Trumans Water,
Glambeats Corp.,
Max Romeo,
Brand Nubian,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kenny Larkin,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Agitation Free,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Subhumans,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lakeside,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Fania All-Stars,
Parry Music,
Scratch Acid,
Iggy Pop,
The Golliwogs,
Roger Hodgson,
Index,
Robert Görl,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Angry Samoans,
Eric Copeland,
Lungfish,
This Heat,
Prince Buster,
The Beau Brummels,
Harmonia,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Robert Wyatt,
Main Source,
The Saints,
Mantronix,
Motorama,
Gong,
Minutemen,
Danielle Patucci,
The Velvet Underground,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Organ,
D'Angelo,
Duran Duran,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.