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 San Marino and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Trojans to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Gang of Four,
The Saints,
R.M.O.,
Accadde A,
Audionom,
the Swans,
UT,
Theoretical Girls,
Bill Near,
Lou Reed,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Cowsills,
E-Dancer,
Zapp,
Rufus Thomas,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
PIL,
Ituana,
Procol Harum,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pantytec,
DJ Sneak,
Half Japanese,
The Electric Prunes,
Skarface,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kas Product,
The Doobie Brothers,
Funkadelic,
Neil Young,
Tropical Tobacco,
Arthur Verocai,
Minor Threat,
DJ Style,
Slave,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Offenders,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fugs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dead Boys,
Oblivians,
John Holt,
Marine Girls,
Grandmaster Flash,
Barrington Levy,
Shoche,
Y Pants,
Loose Ends,
Newcleus,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Buzzcocks,
June of 44,
Tommy Roe,
The Gap Band,
Clear Light,
Flipper,
Don Cherry,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.