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 Tuvalu and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Dirtbombs to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
The Cowsills,
MDC,
Grauzone,
Donald Byrd,
Barrington Levy,
Outsiders,
Boredoms,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marc Almond,
MC5,
The Real Kids,
Deakin,
a-ha,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Agent Orange,
The Angels of Light,
Dark Day,
Idris Muhammad,
Yazoo,
Mission of Burma,
T. Rex,
Siglo XX,
Crime,
The Tremeloes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Raincoats,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scientists,
Avey Tare,
Fatback Band,
Ultravox,
Basic Channel,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Von Mondo,
Chrome,
Gang Starr,
Laurel Aitken,
Funkadelic,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lakeside,
China Crisis,
Cameo,
Cal Tjader,
Jacques Brel,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Royal Trux,
Wire,
Organ,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joey Negro,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tres Demented,
Hoover,
Oneida,
CMW,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.