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 Lithuania and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Johnny Clarke to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a clarinet 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Qualms,
Scott Walker,
Cluster,
Oblivians,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bill Near,
Tears for Fears,
Alton Ellis,
Black Pus,
Todd Rundgren,
Heaven 17,
Gabor Szabo,
Terrestrial Tones,
John Cale,
The Blackbyrds,
The Birthday Party,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lou Christie,
Wolf Eyes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Godley & Creme,
Warsaw,
Groovy Waters,
L. Decosne,
The Sound,
The Fuzztones,
Bobby Womack,
Camouflage,
Lee Hazlewood,
Avey Tare,
Aswad,
The Leaves,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sexual Harrassment,
David Bowie,
John Coltrane,
Au Pairs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sound Behaviour,
the Association,
Rites of Spring,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Skatalites,
Amon Düül,
The Names,
Pantaleimon,
Isaac Hayes,
Cameo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Country Teasers,
Trumans Water,
The Last Poets,
Accadde A,
Thompson Twins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Al Stewart,
Eve St. Jones,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.