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 Romania and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fall to the funk 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare 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 güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Adolescents,
Harmonia,
Peter and Kerry,
Pylon,
Gichy Dan,
Joensuu 1685,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Trumans Water,
Suicide,
Q65,
The Divine Comedy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Severed Heads,
Rakim,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Skaos,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Motorama,
The Litter,
Ultimate Spinach,
Erasure,
Liliput,
Black Bananas,
Banda Bassotti,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Chris Corsano,
Ronnie Foster,
Johnny Osbourne,
Radiohead,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Fall,
Graham Central Station,
Neu!,
Quando Quango,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Arcadia,
The Standells,
Das Ding,
Scrapy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Germs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sällskapet,
Judy Mowatt,
Rotary Connection,
The Invisible,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Don Cherry,
Vladislav Delay,
Quadrant,
The Evens,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
David Axelrod,
Pussy Galore,
Hardrive,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.