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 Paraguay and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 Calgary and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the guitar 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 Blancmange to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin 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 theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Piero Umiliani,
Erykah Badu,
Angry Samoans,
Buzzcocks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Josef K,
The Monochrome Set,
Pole,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bob Dylan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Morten Harket,
Roger Hodgson,
Rites of Spring,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eurythmics,
Shoche,
Minny Pops,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Misunderstood,
Motorama,
Audionom,
Traffic Nightmare,
Toni Rubio,
Joyce Sims,
Andrew Hill,
Black Sheep,
The Evens,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Trojans,
R.M.O.,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Spoonie Gee,
Sixth Finger,
Patti Smith,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Albert Ayler,
China Crisis,
Nik Kershaw,
World's Most,
Gang Green,
The Searchers,
The Mojo Men,
H. Thieme,
The Names,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Buckinghams,
The Gladiators,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joey Negro,
The Sound,
Sällskapet,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Smog,
Godley & Creme,
Niagra,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.