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 Djibouti and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 New Age Steppers to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator 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 güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
The Slackers,
The Fugs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bill Wells,
The Evens,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Byron Stingily,
Amazonics,
Niagra,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Derrick Morgan,
Yazoo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sound Behaviour,
Soft Cell,
the Germs,
Scion,
Andrew Hill,
Johnny Clarke,
In Retrospect,
Eddi Front,
Matthew Halsall,
K-Klass,
Pet Shop Boys,
Little Man,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Letta Mbulu,
Y Pants,
Guru Guru,
This Heat,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Deadbeat,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Litter,
Mantronix,
Darondo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Talk Talk,
Sarah Menescal,
Stereo Dub,
Zapp,
Maleditus Sound,
June of 44,
The Martian,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dawn Penn,
Oblivians,
Scrapy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Moon,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Gories,
Hashim,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.