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 United States and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 808 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 Aaron Thompson to the jazz 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ 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 organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Agitation Free,
Rod Modell,
Maurizio,
Con Funk Shun,
DNA,
48th St. Collective,
The Fire Engines,
Aswad,
Ultra Naté,
The Smoke,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wire,
Bill Near,
Lakeside,
Kerri Chandler,
The Dave Clark Five,
Frankie Knuckles,
Derrick Morgan,
The Motions,
Agent Orange,
Amon Düül,
Alton Ellis,
Byron Stingily,
MDC,
The Dirtbombs,
Stereo Dub,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Symarip,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Connie Case,
Icehouse,
CMW,
Susan Cadogan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tomorrow,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Martian,
Tres Demented,
Camberwell Now,
The Gun Club,
Wolf Eyes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Walker Brothers,
Spandau Ballet,
Bang On A Can,
Charles Mingus,
Joe Smooth,
Crispy Ambulance,
Peter and Kerry,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kenny Larkin,
Carl Craig,
Eli Mardock,
Infiniti,
Gang Starr,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sight & Sound,
Donald Byrd,
Janne Schatter,
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.