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 Costa Rica and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the 808 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 Blancmange 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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Das Ding,
E-Dancer,
Derrick Morgan,
The Walker Brothers,
Echospace,
Tim Buckley,
Brothers Johnson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fat Boys,
Joe Finger,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Fania All-Stars,
Guru Guru,
Fort Wilson Riot,
David Axelrod,
Funkadelic,
The Slackers,
DJ Style,
Gabor Szabo,
The Gun Club,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Monochrome Set,
X-101,
Judy Mowatt,
Leonard Cohen,
The Barracudas,
the Association,
Jeff Lynne,
Supertramp,
The Tremeloes,
Eurythmics,
Technova,
Terry Callier,
Swans,
Ohio Players,
Gang Green,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Liliput,
Cameo,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Neon Judgement,
Lou Reed,
The Music Machine,
This Heat,
The Busters,
Sonic Youth,
Jacob Miller,
Hot Snakes,
Hashim,
UT,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobby Womack,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pharoah Sanders,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Au Pairs,
Mo-Dettes,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.