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 Nicaragua and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 Albert Ayler to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar 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 arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Drexciya,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Godley & Creme,
Talk Talk,
The Dirtbombs,
Gang of Four,
The Count Five,
The Cure,
Massinfluence,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tomorrow,
The Star Department,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ultra Naté,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Sonics,
Lower 48,
Robert Wyatt,
Jawbox,
the Slits,
The J.B.'s,
Rites of Spring,
Nico,
Marvin Gaye,
Barclay James Harvest,
Severed Heads,
Little Man,
Whodini,
Anthony Braxton,
Heaven 17,
Pulsallama,
Electric Prunes,
Circle Jerks,
Alison Limerick,
Wasted Youth,
Peter and Kerry,
Terry Callier,
Robert Hood,
Albert Ayler,
Hot Snakes,
Moss Icon,
Wolf Eyes,
David Axelrod,
Pole,
The Associates,
The Standells,
DNA,
Neu!,
Jandek,
Brand Nubian,
The Gap Band,
Von Mondo,
Lakeside,
Niagra,
Iggy Pop,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lalo Schifrin,
Negative Approach,
Electric Light Orchestra,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.