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 Bangladesh and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Evens to the disco 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Susan Cadogan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Amon Düül,
The Sisters of Mercy,
AZ,
Girls At Our Best!,
Hasil Adkins,
The Human League,
Lucky Dragons,
Moss Icon,
Faraquet,
Monolake,
Clear Light,
Mars,
Duran Duran,
Spoonie Gee,
Ohio Players,
The Beau Brummels,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
10cc,
Hashim,
Henry Cow,
Flamin' Groovies,
Magma,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Saccharine Trust,
L. Decosne,
The Doors,
Radiohead,
Aswad,
Camberwell Now,
Television,
Au Pairs,
The Moleskins,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
K-Klass,
a-ha,
Eve St. Jones,
Gang Starr,
Gichy Dan,
Wally Richardson,
the Sonics,
Shoche,
Pagans,
Parry Music,
Make Up,
Masters at Work,
KRS-One,
Sparks,
The Dirtbombs,
The Gladiators,
The Monks,
Popol Vuh,
Nico,
The Last Poets,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hoover,
D'Angelo,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.