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 Syria and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Carl Craig to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Magazine,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fat Boys,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Barrington Levy,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Sonics,
Archie Shepp,
E-Dancer,
Sam Rivers,
UT,
Country Teasers,
The Martian,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Walker Brothers,
Alison Limerick,
Gong,
The Blackbyrds,
The Durutti Column,
Jeff Lynne,
Gang Starr,
cv313,
Harpers Bizarre,
Schoolly D,
The Gories,
Arthur Verocai,
Ituana,
The Smiths,
Ornette Coleman,
Liliput,
Malaria!,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Black Flag,
Jerry's Kids,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nick Fraelich,
Harry Pussy,
Massinfluence,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
T. Rex,
10cc,
Sound Behaviour,
Yusef Lateef,
Los Fastidios,
The Seeds,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Funkadelic,
Amon Düül II,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Brass Construction,
Roxy Music,
The Index,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The J.B.'s,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Fugs,
Mo-Dettes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.