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 Micronesia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the mellotron 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Con Funk Shun,
K-Klass,
Ornette Coleman,
Tropical Tobacco,
Thee Headcoats,
Surgeon,
Pagans,
Radiohead,
Aural Exciters,
DNA,
Tomorrow,
Rod Modell,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Maurizio,
The Grass Roots,
Davy DMX,
Charles Mingus,
Q and Not U,
Groovy Waters,
Delon & Dalcan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Motorama,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Wyatt,
Jandek,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Soft Cell,
The Names,
Bluetip,
the Germs,
Harry Pussy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Grey Daturas,
The Tremeloes,
Symarip,
Echospace,
Graham Central Station,
New Order,
Nick Fraelich,
Jimmy McGriff,
Grandmaster Flash,
Carl Craig,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Associates,
Wasted Youth,
Ultravox,
Sun City Girls,
Tres Demented,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Beau Brummels,
Oblivians,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Faraquet,
Bauhaus,
Jerry's Kids,
Amazonics,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Masters at Work,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.