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 Azerbaijan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lyon.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Unrelated Segments to the techno 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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a güiro 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 clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Popol Vuh,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lightning Bolt,
Kas Product,
Inner City,
Aaron Thompson,
Jerry's Kids,
The Golliwogs,
The Cramps,
The Doors,
Yaz,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
R.M.O.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Adolescents,
Faraquet,
Steve Hackett,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
China Crisis,
Tubeway Army,
The United States of America,
Ralphi Rosario,
Robert Görl,
Jandek,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pylon,
Von Mondo,
Massinfluence,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Invisible,
Dennis Brown,
Panda Bear,
Sound Behaviour,
Man Parrish,
Marvin Gaye,
Shoche,
8 Eyed Spy,
Magazine,
Marmalade,
Peter & Gordon,
Reuben Wilson,
June Days,
Technova,
Howard Jones,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Grass Roots,
Amazonics,
Lucky Dragons,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fear,
Eric Copeland,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gang of Four,
Peter and Kerry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dorothy Ashby,
Robert Wyatt,
Arab on Radar,
Television Personalities,
Mandrill,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Glambeats Corp.,
Arcadia,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.