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 Korea North and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Edmonton.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style 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 clarinet 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 chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
MC5,
Outsiders,
Los Fastidios,
Patti Smith,
Adolescents,
Heaven 17,
The Count Five,
Television Personalities,
Pet Shop Boys,
Susan Cadogan,
Brick,
H. Thieme,
Peter and Kerry,
Icehouse,
Iggy Pop,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marcia Griffiths,
T.S.O.L.,
Soul Sonic Force,
Minutemen,
Thompson Twins,
E-Dancer,
A Certain Ratio,
Alice Coltrane,
The Alarm Clocks,
Hasil Adkins,
Glenn Branca,
John Holt,
Make Up,
Motorama,
Severed Heads,
Kaleidoscope,
Black Flag,
Jacques Brel,
ABBA,
Warsaw,
Barbara Tucker,
ABC,
Maleditus Sound,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Monochrome Set,
Siglo XX,
Roy Ayers,
Soul II Soul,
X-101,
The Beau Brummels,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Surgeon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Das Ding,
D'Angelo,
The Sonics,
Laurel Aitken,
Deepchord,
Swell Maps,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scan 7,
T. Rex,
Slave,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.