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 Italy and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett 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 techno 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 linndrum and a chamberlin 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Harry Pussy,
Kurtis Blow,
Marvin Gaye,
Sugar Minott,
Lindisfarne,
Country Teasers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ornette Coleman,
Yazoo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Piero Umiliani,
Outsiders,
Joey Negro,
Roy Ayers,
Bootsy Collins,
Pulsallama,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Talk Talk,
Television,
Goldenarms,
Steve Hackett,
The Residents,
Donald Byrd,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Public Enemy,
China Crisis,
Ken Boothe,
Slave,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fatback Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Suburban Knight,
Ludus,
Lower 48,
Panda Bear,
Easy Going,
The Divine Comedy,
The Cure,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Walker Brothers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Misunderstood,
The Toasters,
The Gap Band,
Siglo XX,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dual Sessions,
La Düsseldorf,
Dave Gahan,
Cluster,
Lalann,
Black Bananas,
Ituana,
Johnny Clarke,
The Buckinghams,
Vainqueur,
The Monochrome Set,
Excepter,
the Human League,
Arcadia,
The Zeros,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.