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 Guatemala and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba 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 Soulsonic Force to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 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 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Durutti Column,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
James White and The Blacks,
B.T. Express,
Sixth Finger,
E-Dancer,
Tim Buckley,
Crispian St. Peters,
Maleditus Sound,
Hoover,
Los Fastidios,
The Busters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roxette,
Funkadelic,
Leonard Cohen,
Radio Birdman,
Television Personalities,
June of 44,
Circle Jerks,
The Cowsills,
Lucky Dragons,
Steve Hackett,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Evens,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pantaleimon,
The Velvet Underground,
Royal Trux,
Scan 7,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ken Boothe,
Dual Sessions,
Sex Pistols,
Schoolly D,
Kurtis Blow,
X-Ray Spex,
The Mummies,
Deepchord,
Animal Collective,
The Victims,
R.M.O.,
Symarip,
Soul II Soul,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
June Days,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Oblivians,
Robert Wyatt,
Gang of Four,
Todd Rundgren,
Fatback Band,
Moebius,
Q and Not U,
Popol Vuh,
Max Romeo,
Kerri Chandler,
Brick,
Fugazi,
Jandek,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.