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 Bahamas and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Country Teasers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a harpsichord 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 spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Black Flag,
Erasure,
Electric Prunes,
the Slits,
Roxette,
Jawbox,
10cc,
Suburban Knight,
John Coltrane,
Harpers Bizarre,
Steve Hackett,
The Move,
Roger Hodgson,
Q and Not U,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eric Dolphy,
the Bar-Kays,
The Divine Comedy,
Man Parrish,
Lightning Bolt,
Excepter,
The Leaves,
Livin' Joy,
Dual Sessions,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Real Kids,
The Fall,
The Monochrome Set,
Essential Logic,
Piero Umiliani,
Maurizio,
Slave,
Procol Harum,
Curtis Mayfield,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tubeway Army,
Ossler,
Ice-T,
Grey Daturas,
Saccharine Trust,
Rapeman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sällskapet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sixth Finger,
Todd Rundgren,
Wasted Youth,
Gregory Isaacs,
Radio Birdman,
Ralphi Rosario,
Yusef Lateef,
Cluster,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Derrick Morgan,
Outsiders,
Bizarre Inc.,
Anthony Braxton,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Loose Ends,
Siglo XX,
Subhumans,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.