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 Nepal and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the theremin 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the grime 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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a synthesizer 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 a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
The Fire Engines,
Mr. Review,
Fat Boys,
Cecil Taylor,
Absolute Body Control,
Todd Rundgren,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Harmonia,
Magazine,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eden Ahbez,
The Martian,
Slick Rick,
Lalo Schifrin,
Accadde A,
Nation of Ulysses,
Radio Birdman,
Jeru the Damaja,
Junior Murvin,
Pierre Henry,
Flash Fearless,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Lydon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Brick,
Television Personalities,
The Fortunes,
The Music Machine,
The Angels of Light,
Leonard Cohen,
Toni Rubio,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Moss Icon,
Hardrive,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eddi Front,
the Slits,
Sarah Menescal,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dennis Brown,
Dawn Penn,
The Velvet Underground,
Oblivians,
The Index,
The Alarm Clocks,
Soft Machine,
The Gladiators,
KRS-One,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Black Dice,
New York Dolls,
Pantaleimon,
The Standells,
Sun Ra,
Matthew Halsall,
Smog,
Sparks,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.