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 Sierra Leone and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Moby Grape to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Scion,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Index,
Masters at Work,
Slave,
Pantytec,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Move,
Morten Harket,
Motorama,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Janne Schatter,
Lebanon Hanover,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Davy DMX,
Mantronix,
Bobby Womack,
Pantaleimon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Michelle Simonal,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sällskapet,
Joey Negro,
JFA,
The Doors,
Joy Division,
Kurtis Blow,
Sparks,
Vladislav Delay,
Royal Trux,
Intrusion,
Blossom Toes,
The Dirtbombs,
Black Flag,
Eddi Front,
Alice Coltrane,
Monks,
DJ Style,
The Neon Judgement,
Lindisfarne,
Liliput,
Kerrie Biddell,
Graham Central Station,
Underground Resistance,
Arthur Verocai,
Reagan Youth,
Oblivians,
Sandy B,
Mandrill,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Suicide,
Terrestrial Tones,
Alphaville,
Khruangbin,
Dennis Brown,
Depeche Mode,
The Shadows of Knight,
KRS-One,
Connie Case,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.