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 Serbia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the theremin 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 Agent Orange to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord 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 theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Colin Newman,
Jeff Mills,
Carl Craig,
Main Source,
10cc,
The Mummies,
The Gories,
Depeche Mode,
Angry Samoans,
Black Bananas,
Erasure,
Nation of Ulysses,
Soft Cell,
Deakin,
the Bar-Kays,
Adolescents,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pagans,
The Litter,
Amon Düül II,
OOIOO,
Rod Modell,
Goldenarms,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Idris Muhammad,
Radiopuhelimet,
Morten Harket,
Country Teasers,
Outsiders,
the Slits,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Slave,
CMW,
The Leaves,
Masters at Work,
Marcia Griffiths,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Black Sheep,
Scientists,
Cameo,
Tommy Roe,
The Electric Prunes,
Dual Sessions,
Moby Grape,
Malaria!,
Hasil Adkins,
Oblivians,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Smiths,
Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed,
Make Up,
Alphaville,
the Germs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Laurel Aitken,
Negative Approach,
Arthur Verocai,
Eric Copeland,
Rakim,
The Zeros,
Stiv Bators,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.