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 Iceland and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Vainqueur to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar 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 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Dorothy Ashby,
Black Pus,
The Birthday Party,
Altered Images,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pulsallama,
Todd Terry,
Stereo Dub,
The Associates,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Dead C,
The Kinks,
The Star Department,
Dead Boys,
The Detroit Cobras,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Thee Headcoats,
Depeche Mode,
Accadde A,
Cheater Slicks,
Sandy B,
The Durutti Column,
The New Christs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Offenders,
Symarip,
The Red Krayola,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Blossom Toes,
Mandrill,
Television Personalities,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Deadbeat,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Motions,
Sparks,
The Wake,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Albert Ayler,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marcia Griffiths,
Buzzcocks,
Amon Düül II,
Deakin,
Procol Harum,
Ken Boothe,
Derrick May,
Eric Dolphy,
DNA,
Bobby Byrd,
The Doobie Brothers,
Vainqueur,
Rites of Spring,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eve St. Jones,
Marshall Jefferson,
Main Source,
Marmalade,
FM Einheit,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.