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 Chad and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Leaves to the disco 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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Newcleus,
Aloha Tigers,
Patti Smith,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Buzzcocks,
Eurythmics,
The Evens,
The Mummies,
PIL,
Mad Mike,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
B.T. Express,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fela Kuti,
The Red Krayola,
Eve St. Jones,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Index,
The Fall,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Knickerbockers,
Roxy Music,
The Gladiators,
Barclay James Harvest,
DJ Sneak,
The Techniques,
Stetsasonic,
Desert Stars,
Carl Craig,
the Human League,
Tom Boy,
Model 500,
The Residents,
Icehouse,
World's Most,
Bill Near,
Wings,
Mantronix,
Laurel Aitken,
The Pretty Things,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pylon,
Aural Exciters,
Soft Cell,
Saccharine Trust,
Harry Pussy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Panda Bear,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Neil Young,
Vainqueur,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wolf Eyes,
Blossom Toes,
The Cowsills,
Magazine,
The Angels of Light,
Anakelly,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.