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 Cuba and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Sugar Minott to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar 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 marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Hardrive,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Reagan Youth,
Sixth Finger,
Ice-T,
Pantaleimon,
Sam Rivers,
Ornette Coleman,
Cal Tjader,
The Tremeloes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Television Personalities,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Porter Ricks,
Sound Behaviour,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dave Gahan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Quando Quango,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ituana,
Lakeside,
Pulsallama,
H. Thieme,
Tropical Tobacco,
Zapp,
Jerry's Kids,
Fatback Band,
Average White Band,
Silicon Teens,
The Invisible,
Franke,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Dead C,
Kayak,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Alarm Clocks,
Aaron Thompson,
Camberwell Now,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cybotron,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Los Fastidios,
Michelle Simonal,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Fania All-Stars,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Moby Grape,
Severed Heads,
Erasure,
Echospace,
Electric Prunes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bad Manners,
The Pretty Things,
Bob Dylan,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.