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 Micronesia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Cluster to the punk 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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Harry Pussy,
Cal Tjader,
Y Pants,
the Swans,
Nico,
Qualms,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sällskapet,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
kango's stein massive,
Talk Talk,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Slave,
Gregory Isaacs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Terry Callier,
Rekid,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cluster,
Funkadelic,
The Wake,
Archie Shepp,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eric Copeland,
The Index,
The Beau Brummels,
Thee Headcoats,
Electric Prunes,
Cecil Taylor,
John Lydon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Hardrive,
Moss Icon,
Rod Modell,
The Zeros,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Harpers Bizarre,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Kinks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Arab on Radar,
The Remains,
10cc,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Michelle Simonal,
The Fugs,
Fela Kuti,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
48th St. Collective,
Blancmange,
Stereo Dub,
Reuben Wilson,
B.T. Express,
Sun Ra,
Stiv Bators,
R.M.O.,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fat Boys,
The Neon Judgement,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.