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 Grenada and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bologna.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Arab on Radar to the jazz 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Sex Pistols,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Slackers,
Saccharine Trust,
Severed Heads,
The Cowsills,
The Cramps,
Echospace,
Youth Brigade,
Joensuu 1685,
One Last Wish,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Slits,
Electric Light Orchestra,
La Düsseldorf,
The Monochrome Set,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Moleskins,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tim Buckley,
Theoretical Girls,
Stereo Dub,
Make Up,
David Bowie,
Alice Coltrane,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pierre Henry,
Slave,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Fugs,
Freddie Wadling,
Tears for Fears,
Fluxion,
The Sonics,
The Associates,
Stetsasonic,
The Grass Roots,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bill Wells,
Pantytec,
Minutemen,
Sällskapet,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Reagan Youth,
Boredoms,
Lalo Schifrin,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pulsallama,
Bang On A Can,
Niagra,
Kerri Chandler,
Drive Like Jehu,
Minnie Riperton,
the Swans,
Warsaw,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marmalade,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.