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 Luxembourg and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 ABBA to the rock 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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans 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 an organ and a linndrum 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 spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bauhaus,
Rufus Thomas,
Sixth Finger,
Bill Near,
Zero Boys,
Dave Gahan,
The Monochrome Set,
Sister Nancy,
The Fugs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Babytalk,
Neil Young,
Ponytail,
Wasted Youth,
Marmalade,
Oneida,
Bobby Sherman,
Ludus,
Robert Hood,
cv313,
The Fortunes,
the Sonics,
Marine Girls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Association,
48th St. Collective,
the Slits,
Cluster,
Quando Quango,
Amon Düül II,
F. McDonald,
The Fuzztones,
Idris Muhammad,
Fela Kuti,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Motions,
Roger Hodgson,
Robert Görl,
The Gories,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
UT,
AZ,
E-Dancer,
Kenny Larkin,
Quadrant,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
June of 44,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sugar Minott,
The Durutti Column,
The Vogues,
Susan Cadogan,
Scrapy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Todd Terry,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eli Mardock,
Davy DMX,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.