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 Austria and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sun Ra to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer 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 marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ludus,
Angry Samoans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Minnie Riperton,
Joy Division,
The Grass Roots,
Dave Gahan,
Bootsy Collins,
Panda Bear,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
10cc,
Fugazi,
Swans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Electric Prunes,
John Cale,
John Foxx,
Black Bananas,
The Busters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Spoonie Gee,
La Düsseldorf,
Ituana,
John Lydon,
Moss Icon,
Scrapy,
Sight & Sound,
Dawn Penn,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gichy Dan,
The Gun Club,
Bang On A Can,
Man Parrish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Maurizio,
Godley & Creme,
Shuggie Otis,
The Count Five,
Black Pus,
Gang Green,
Brass Construction,
The Velvet Underground,
Interpol,
Archie Shepp,
Buzzcocks,
Harmonia,
Eddi Front,
Heaven 17,
Parry Music,
Fad Gadget,
Rapeman,
Mission of Burma,
Bad Manners,
Peter and Kerry,
Unwound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Offenders,
Siglo XX,
The Motions,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.