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 Lithuania and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Radiopuhelimet to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron 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 harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sparks,
Shoche,
Danielle Patucci,
Duran Duran,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fugazi,
The Fugs,
Black Flag,
John Lydon,
Lou Reed,
Radiopuhelimet,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Goldenarms,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sexual Harrassment,
John Foxx,
The Fall,
The Cramps,
Delta 5,
the Slits,
Average White Band,
The Dead C,
Massinfluence,
Eurythmics,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Curtis Mayfield,
Trumans Water,
Thee Headcoats,
Fear,
Man Parrish,
Agent Orange,
Eve St. Jones,
The Barracudas,
Swell Maps,
Pulsallama,
Rosa Yemen,
Sight & Sound,
Bronski Beat,
EPMD,
Gabor Szabo,
Y Pants,
Fat Boys,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Raincoats,
ABC,
Dennis Brown,
Neu!,
Moss Icon,
10cc,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Banda Bassotti,
Zero Boys,
Symarip,
Bill Near,
The Last Poets,
Pantytec,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gastr Del Sol,
OOIOO,
Absolute Body Control,
Main Source,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.