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 Japan and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Alison Limerick to the grunge 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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a marimba 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 linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
The Toasters,
Rotary Connection,
Spandau Ballet,
Can,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nik Kershaw,
Flipper,
Popol Vuh,
Goldenarms,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Agitation Free,
Kas Product,
PIL,
Subhumans,
Glambeats Corp.,
Suicide,
Crash Course in Science,
These Immortal Souls,
Minutemen,
Michelle Simonal,
the Swans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Judy Mowatt,
Zero Boys,
Whodini,
Country Teasers,
The Modern Lovers,
Section 25,
James White and The Blacks,
The Star Department,
the Slits,
Grey Daturas,
The Tremeloes,
Aloha Tigers,
Peter and Kerry,
Soulsonic Force,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Freddie Wadling,
The Move,
Shoche,
Model 500,
The Offenders,
Intrusion,
T.S.O.L.,
Blossom Toes,
Cameo,
Interpol,
Public Image Ltd.,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Mojo Men,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Durutti Column,
Bronski Beat,
Youth Brigade,
The American Breed,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Neil Young,
Newcleus,
The Leaves,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.