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 Israel and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Index to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar 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 sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Kurtis Blow,
The Motions,
The Gun Club,
The Martian,
Tomorrow,
Bush Tetras,
The Golliwogs,
the Bar-Kays,
the Swans,
Boogie Down Productions,
E-Dancer,
Massinfluence,
R.M.O.,
The Evens,
The Slackers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fat Boys,
Slick Rick,
Jesper Dahlback,
Arthur Verocai,
Morten Harket,
Mission of Burma,
the Human League,
Faust,
FM Einheit,
Hasil Adkins,
Tim Buckley,
Ludus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Stetsasonic,
Barbara Tucker,
The Music Machine,
This Heat,
Crime,
Inner City,
Moss Icon,
Swell Maps,
The Slits,
Fluxion,
The Electric Prunes,
Unwound,
Rufus Thomas,
Minnie Riperton,
The Flesh Eaters,
Funkadelic,
Marcia Griffiths,
Amon Düül II,
The Happenings,
Letta Mbulu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
James White and The Blacks,
T.S.O.L.,
Pole,
Mo-Dettes,
The Invisible,
Cymande,
Bill Wells,
Marvin Gaye,
Agent Orange,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Icehouse,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.