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 Ethiopia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bobby Sherman to the rock 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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb 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 sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Prince Buster,
Visage,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Audionom,
The Gun Club,
Lebanon Hanover,
Television,
Aaron Thompson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Aural Exciters,
Suburban Knight,
Byron Stingily,
Fugazi,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Silicon Teens,
The Motions,
Faraquet,
Section 25,
Mars,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Crash Course in Science,
Colin Newman,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Unwound,
Marc Almond,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Yellowson,
Mad Mike,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Arcadia,
Stetsasonic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Knickerbockers,
These Immortal Souls,
AZ,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Porter Ricks,
Adolescents,
Can,
The Angels of Light,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Los Fastidios,
Erasure,
The Wake,
Eric Dolphy,
Deepchord,
Brothers Johnson,
K-Klass,
Au Pairs,
Metal Thangz,
Average White Band,
H. Thieme,
Siglo XX,
Roy Ayers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sarah Menescal,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.