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 Sierra Leone and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Siglo XX to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a marimba 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 synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Half Japanese,
DJ Style,
OOIOO,
Steve Hackett,
Chrome,
Symarip,
Monolake,
The Fortunes,
The Music Machine,
The Misunderstood,
Junior Murvin,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tom Boy,
Soft Cell,
Can,
The Toasters,
Ultra Naté,
The Star Department,
The Raincoats,
The Remains,
Soulsonic Force,
Joe Finger,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lebanon Hanover,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Camouflage,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
David Axelrod,
Matthew Bourne,
Arab on Radar,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Angry Samoans,
CMW,
T. Rex,
The Motions,
The Names,
Maleditus Sound,
Massinfluence,
These Immortal Souls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Camberwell Now,
Pagans,
Letta Mbulu,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
New Order,
The Neon Judgement,
The Gories,
Kayak,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Litter,
Harpers Bizarre,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Average White Band,
Sällskapet,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fugs,
Y Pants,
T.S.O.L.,
Masters at Work,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.