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 Morocco and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Copenhagen.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rekid to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron 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 snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Brick,
Robert Wyatt,
Subhumans,
kango's stein massive,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kurtis Blow,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Outsiders,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bang On A Can,
Alison Limerick,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bobby Byrd,
Anakelly,
KRS-One,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ronnie Foster,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Charles Mingus,
Yazoo,
Scrapy,
Altered Images,
In Retrospect,
Graham Central Station,
Liliput,
Crispian St. Peters,
Newcleus,
Flamin' Groovies,
Saccharine Trust,
The Black Dice,
Electric Prunes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Mojo Men,
Los Fastidios,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ponytail,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Shadows of Knight,
Agent Orange,
Porter Ricks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Quadrant,
Freddie Wadling,
Howard Jones,
Black Bananas,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gang Gang Dance,
Camberwell Now,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Martian,
John Cale,
Nirvana,
Interpol,
The Sonics,
Depeche Mode,
Procol Harum,
Joy Division,
Ten City,
The Stooges,
Wally Richardson,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.