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 Panama and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Au Pairs to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum 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 marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Alice Coltrane,
La Düsseldorf,
Shoche,
The Last Poets,
Black Pus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Evens,
The Gladiators,
Bizarre Inc.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wasted Youth,
Subhumans,
Spoonie Gee,
Severed Heads,
Robert Wyatt,
Jawbox,
Todd Terry,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Idris Muhammad,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Smog,
Funky Four + One,
Saccharine Trust,
Alton Ellis,
Sonny Sharrock,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scion,
Anakelly,
Laurel Aitken,
a-ha,
The Associates,
X-101,
Toni Rubio,
The Velvet Underground,
D'Angelo,
the Bar-Kays,
Pagans,
Janne Schatter,
Lindisfarne,
Joyce Sims,
The Victims,
The Smoke,
Robert Hood,
Rhythm & Sound,
Average White Band,
Rakim,
T.S.O.L.,
Shuggie Otis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Offenders,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lakeside,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Juan Atkins,
John Cale,
Livin' Joy,
Cheater Slicks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Raincoats,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.