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 Liechtenstein and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Wolf Eyes to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Tres Demented,
Wings,
Boredoms,
Camouflage,
Ohio Players,
Lucky Dragons,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Excepter,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sonny Sharrock,
OOIOO,
The Sound,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Alphaville,
Faraquet,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jacob Miller,
a-ha,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Toasters,
ABBA,
New York Dolls,
John Cale,
R.M.O.,
Deadbeat,
Negative Approach,
Interpol,
These Immortal Souls,
Buzzcocks,
Glenn Branca,
The New Christs,
New Age Steppers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Letta Mbulu,
In Retrospect,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Shoche,
Ituana,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bootsy Collins,
The Gories,
Albert Ayler,
Pierre Henry,
Ice-T,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Skatalites,
Deepchord,
D'Angelo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mad Mike,
Minor Threat,
Goldenarms,
Nico,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Malaria!,
David Axelrod,
The Remains,
X-102,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Misunderstood,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.