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 Cyprus and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Goldenarms,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Leonard Cohen,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cluster,
Mission of Burma,
Oneida,
T. Rex,
Sound Behaviour,
Wasted Youth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
X-101,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eddi Front,
Fat Boys,
Quadrant,
Mark Hollis,
John Lydon,
MDC,
New Order,
Funkadelic,
a-ha,
Gastr Del Sol,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Agent Orange,
Yazoo,
DNA,
Crash Course in Science,
The Saints,
Wings,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Swans,
Heaven 17,
Unrelated Segments,
MC5,
Procol Harum,
Young Marble Giants,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Basic Channel,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Stetsasonic,
Hashim,
Metal Thangz,
Nik Kershaw,
Masters at Work,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soul Sonic Force,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Byron Stingily,
Andrew Hill,
Deepchord,
Cameo,
Yellowson,
Flash Fearless,
Isaac Hayes,
The Durutti Column,
Oblivians,
The Vogues,
Peter and Kerry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Radio Birdman,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.