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 Thailand and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 KRS-One to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet 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 oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Ornette Coleman,
Sonic Youth,
Supertramp,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Electric Prunes,
ABC,
Malaria!,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Walker Brothers,
Japan,
Mo-Dettes,
The Cowsills,
Alphaville,
Joy Division,
Neil Young,
Wire,
New York Dolls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Human League,
Roxette,
Harry Pussy,
Mandrill,
The New Christs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bad Manners,
Ultra Naté,
Livin' Joy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Angels of Light,
Rites of Spring,
Deakin,
Television Personalities,
Mantronix,
Saccharine Trust,
Reuben Wilson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bauhaus,
Lucky Dragons,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nils Olav,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Fania All-Stars,
ABBA,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
David McCallum,
Pagans,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Alarm Clocks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Todd Rundgren,
The Stooges,
The Index,
R.M.O.,
Joe Finger,
Blake Baxter,
Y Pants,
Surgeon,
The Moody Blues,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.