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 Thailand and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Fire Engines to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a güiro 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 oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
The Associates,
T.S.O.L.,
Groovy Waters,
Pulsallama,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gil Scott Heron,
Banda Bassotti,
The Gladiators,
The Move,
Das Ding,
Porter Ricks,
the Normal,
David Bowie,
10cc,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Talk Talk,
The Music Machine,
Rapeman,
The Searchers,
The Grass Roots,
Young Marble Giants,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Leaves,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joe Smooth,
The Mojo Men,
Echospace,
Frankie Knuckles,
Barclay James Harvest,
Oneida,
Scrapy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
T. Rex,
H. Thieme,
Joy Division,
Soulsonic Force,
Blossom Toes,
Johnny Clarke,
Big Daddy Kane,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Wake,
Fear,
Infiniti,
Fatback Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Susan Cadogan,
Theoretical Girls,
Little Man,
The Gap Band,
AZ,
The Fortunes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jeff Lynne,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bluetip,
Donald Byrd,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rotary Connection,
Michelle Simonal,
E-Dancer,
Dark Day,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.