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 Ukraine and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro 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 New York Dolls to the techno 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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb 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 clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Amon Düül,
Lucky Dragons,
Todd Terry,
Delon & Dalcan,
X-102,
The Durutti Column,
Pylon,
Nas,
Joensuu 1685,
The Moody Blues,
The Neon Judgement,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Zapp,
The Dead C,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Freddie Wadling,
Dorothy Ashby,
Schoolly D,
R.M.O.,
Mission of Burma,
the Swans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Blackbyrds,
Howard Jones,
a-ha,
AZ,
Robert Görl,
Roy Ayers,
The Index,
ABC,
David Axelrod,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Boredoms,
The Gories,
Soulsonic Force,
Tomorrow,
Lou Reed,
FM Einheit,
Janne Schatter,
Suburban Knight,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
A Certain Ratio,
Second Layer,
Mary Jane Girls,
Visage,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Glenn Branca,
Prince Buster,
The Grass Roots,
The Leaves,
Deepchord,
Icehouse,
T.S.O.L.,
Bluetip,
Technova,
Von Mondo,
Goldenarms,
Pierre Henry,
Jimmy McGriff,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.