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 Honduras and from Edmonton.
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 Paris and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 X-101 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ 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 theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Kurtis Blow,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Index,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Sonics,
Jerry Gold Smith,
David McCallum,
Chris & Cosey,
Agitation Free,
The Skatalites,
Derrick Morgan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marine Girls,
Silicon Teens,
Alphaville,
Suburban Knight,
Nils Olav,
Faust,
The Remains,
Pantaleimon,
The Stooges,
Junior Murvin,
Sugar Minott,
Harry Pussy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Liliput,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Yusef Lateef,
The United States of America,
Barrington Levy,
The Gap Band,
Patti Smith,
The Knickerbockers,
Scion,
The Real Kids,
Erasure,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marvin Gaye,
OOIOO,
The Monochrome Set,
Moby Grape,
D'Angelo,
Wire,
Quando Quango,
The Standells,
The Cramps,
Glambeats Corp.,
Warren Ellis,
Simply Red,
The Cure,
Babytalk,
Alison Limerick,
Matthew Halsall,
Rosa Yemen,
Pagans,
The Mojo Men,
Aural Exciters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.