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 Georgia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Salvador.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the jazz 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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum 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 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Scott Walker,
Sugar Minott,
Aaron Thompson,
CMW,
Scan 7,
Grey Daturas,
kango's stein massive,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
JFA,
the Sonics,
The Moleskins,
The Cure,
Hot Snakes,
Kerrie Biddell,
The New Christs,
Camberwell Now,
Radio Birdman,
Jeff Mills,
Surgeon,
Scientists,
Crash Course in Science,
Byron Stingily,
Das Ding,
Bauhaus,
La Düsseldorf,
Slick Rick,
Outsiders,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Cowsills,
Ludus,
8 Eyed Spy,
Excepter,
B.T. Express,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
This Heat,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Yusef Lateef,
Nik Kershaw,
Interpol,
Cameo,
Johnny Clarke,
The Velvet Underground,
Unwound,
Flipper,
Los Fastidios,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Idris Muhammad,
Roy Ayers,
Tropical Tobacco,
E-Dancer,
Infiniti,
X-102,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Basic Channel,
The Dave Clark Five,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Aural Exciters,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ituana,
Pierre Henry,
Royal Trux,
Unrelated Segments,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.