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 Greece and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tokyo.
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 rhodes 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 Skarface to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar 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 a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gang of Four,
Unwound,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Soul II Soul,
The Neon Judgement,
The Dirtbombs,
Thee Headcoats,
The Standells,
U.S. Maple,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dave Gahan,
The Monks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Durutti Column,
Black Bananas,
Inner City,
Fat Boys,
Model 500,
the Germs,
Radiopuhelimet,
World's Most,
Hasil Adkins,
Goldenarms,
Todd Rundgren,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobby Byrd,
Hardrive,
Joe Finger,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Human League,
Susan Cadogan,
Surgeon,
Banda Bassotti,
Ronan,
Oblivians,
Deadbeat,
The Sound,
Outsiders,
The Black Dice,
Drive Like Jehu,
Brass Construction,
Freddie Wadling,
The J.B.'s,
Cymande,
Maurizio,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Godley & Creme,
Minnie Riperton,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
PIL,
Pantaleimon,
Bluetip,
Stetsasonic,
Robert Wyatt,
Albert Ayler,
The Move,
Unrelated Segments,
Archie Shepp,
Crooked Eye,
Absolute Body Control,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.