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 Fiji and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Residents to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Sun City Girls,
Hardrive,
Isaac Hayes,
Tubeway Army,
Lucky Dragons,
Mad Mike,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Toasters,
Los Fastidios,
Laurel Aitken,
Darondo,
Motorama,
Jerry's Kids,
The Cowsills,
Susan Cadogan,
Aswad,
Au Pairs,
The Gladiators,
Graham Central Station,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
a-ha,
John Lydon,
Little Man,
China Crisis,
Organ,
Wally Richardson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Crispian St. Peters,
Hoover,
The Index,
Max Romeo,
Todd Terry,
Man Eating Sloth,
Hasil Adkins,
Main Source,
KRS-One,
Moby Grape,
Soulsonic Force,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Juan Atkins,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
La Düsseldorf,
Symarip,
It's A Beautiful Day,
H. Thieme,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sound Behaviour,
Alphaville,
Minutemen,
Gong,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Robert Hood,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Sound,
Outsiders,
Zapp,
Nik Kershaw,
Lou Christie,
This Heat,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.