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 Iran and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe 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 Crash Course in Science to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb 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 theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Hasil Adkins,
Todd Rundgren,
Robert Görl,
Man Eating Sloth,
Aswad,
The Electric Prunes,
Scrapy,
Gil Scott Heron,
U.S. Maple,
John Lydon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nas,
The Cowsills,
The Golliwogs,
KRS-One,
Aural Exciters,
Spandau Ballet,
New Age Steppers,
Von Mondo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Divine Comedy,
Black Pus,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joy Division,
Moby Grape,
A Certain Ratio,
Symarip,
The Move,
Gabor Szabo,
Surgeon,
Model 500,
Siglo XX,
T.S.O.L.,
Reagan Youth,
Pere Ubu,
H. Thieme,
Jeff Mills,
Fad Gadget,
Bobby Byrd,
The Offenders,
Gang Green,
The Walker Brothers,
Tomorrow,
X-Ray Spex,
Supertramp,
The Fugs,
The Birthday Party,
Eli Mardock,
Roxette,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mo-Dettes,
Blake Baxter,
The Happenings,
Panda Bear,
The Slits,
The Stooges,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gastr Del Sol,
John Coltrane,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.