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 Argentina and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Max Romeo to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer 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 rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Birthday Party,
Crispian St. Peters,
Soft Cell,
Marmalade,
Brass Construction,
Loose Ends,
Theoretical Girls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
E-Dancer,
The Fire Engines,
Cal Tjader,
Blake Baxter,
Cluster,
The Real Kids,
Oneida,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jacques Brel,
The Grass Roots,
Gastr Del Sol,
Leonard Cohen,
Pantytec,
The Searchers,
Popol Vuh,
Subhumans,
Niagra,
The Names,
Technova,
The Gun Club,
Eric Dolphy,
The Last Poets,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bluetip,
Trumans Water,
Roxette,
La Düsseldorf,
The Music Machine,
China Crisis,
Boogie Down Productions,
Little Man,
Sam Rivers,
KRS-One,
Minor Threat,
Lindisfarne,
Sight & Sound,
Liliput,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fad Gadget,
Flipper,
Connie Case,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Gories,
Barbara Tucker,
MDC,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wally Richardson,
The Smoke,
The Doors,
Yaz,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.