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 Benin and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Cairo.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Crime to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
The Stooges,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wasted Youth,
Josef K,
Niagra,
Massinfluence,
The Moleskins,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Index,
Smog,
Warren Ellis,
Marine Girls,
R.M.O.,
Iggy Pop,
Joe Finger,
Mad Mike,
Susan Cadogan,
Intrusion,
Idris Muhammad,
Adolescents,
Joyce Sims,
Audionom,
Roxy Music,
Dave Gahan,
Zero Boys,
The Doobie Brothers,
Underground Resistance,
David Bowie,
Minutemen,
Roxette,
Loose Ends,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gang of Four,
Nico,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mo-Dettes,
Television,
Negative Approach,
The Last Poets,
Masters at Work,
Rites of Spring,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fluxion,
These Immortal Souls,
The Star Department,
Young Marble Giants,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hashim,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fear,
The Victims,
Mission of Burma,
Bauhaus,
Crime,
The Angels of Light,
June of 44,
Scrapy,
Flipper,
The Seeds,
Steve Hackett,
Stockholm Monsters,
Whodini,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.