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 Solomon Islands and from Portland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the disco 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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Pulsallama,
Danielle Patucci,
The Smiths,
Q and Not U,
the Normal,
Black Sheep,
Davy DMX,
The Sound,
The Fall,
Joe Smooth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Girls At Our Best!,
Robert Hood,
Sixth Finger,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Swans,
Animal Collective,
Harmonia,
Alice Coltrane,
EPMD,
CMW,
Ohio Players,
kango's stein massive,
X-Ray Spex,
Infiniti,
Bad Manners,
Roger Hodgson,
Marshall Jefferson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Associates,
KRS-One,
Newcleus,
Graham Central Station,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Index,
Lebanon Hanover,
MC5,
the Human League,
The Evens,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
JFA,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sandy B,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mad Mike,
Ponytail,
AZ,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Michelle Simonal,
The Mojo Men,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wolf Eyes,
The Happenings,
Shuggie Otis,
Agent Orange,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ice-T,
The Kinks,
Minor Threat,
Pagans,
the Soft Cell,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.