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 Jamaica and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 snare 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 John Cale to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins 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 a snare and a synthesizer 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 oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Interpol,
Sixth Finger,
Nik Kershaw,
Bad Manners,
A Certain Ratio,
Electric Prunes,
Groovy Waters,
The Barracudas,
Chrome,
Hashim,
Massinfluence,
Joyce Sims,
The Remains,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Black Dice,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Yazoo,
Crash Course in Science,
June Days,
Amon Düül II,
Dark Day,
Echospace,
R.M.O.,
Bauhaus,
Althea and Donna,
Terry Callier,
Susan Cadogan,
Thompson Twins,
The Sonics,
The Vogues,
Barrington Levy,
Arthur Verocai,
Lightning Bolt,
Kaleidoscope,
Pulsallama,
The Gun Club,
Theoretical Girls,
Animal Collective,
Con Funk Shun,
Half Japanese,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Graham Central Station,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Harmonia,
The Neon Judgement,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
This Heat,
Kool Moe Dee,
Alison Limerick,
Scion,
Soft Cell,
Altered Images,
Rosa Yemen,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ohio Players,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Freddie Wadling,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.