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 Cuba and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the guitar 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 Rosa Yemen to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jandek,
Rekid,
Nico,
Sällskapet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Blake Baxter,
Los Fastidios,
Arab on Radar,
Black Pus,
Scrapy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Isaac Hayes,
The Divine Comedy,
The Gladiators,
Donny Hathaway,
FM Einheit,
Lightning Bolt,
June of 44,
Infiniti,
Heaven 17,
Unrelated Segments,
Gang Green,
Lyres,
the Sonics,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Josef K,
Rhythm & Sound,
K-Klass,
Quantec,
Graham Central Station,
Mark Hollis,
Buzzcocks,
New Age Steppers,
Yellowson,
Gang of Four,
Idris Muhammad,
Darondo,
James White and The Blacks,
The Mummies,
Intrusion,
The Monks,
Black Sheep,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Reuben Wilson,
MC5,
Organ,
Procol Harum,
Crooked Eye,
Sandy B,
Eli Mardock,
Metal Thangz,
The Pretty Things,
The Birthday Party,
Country Teasers,
Malaria!,
Nirvana,
Warren Ellis,
Agent Orange,
The Black Dice,
The Cramps,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Index,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.