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 Saudi Arabia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South 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 Funkadelic to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet 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 marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
The Pretty Things,
Robert Hood,
Skarface,
Oneida,
Yusef Lateef,
Wolf Eyes,
The Fugs,
Don Cherry,
Mad Mike,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gichy Dan,
The Moody Blues,
Maurizio,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bootsy Collins,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nick Fraelich,
DJ Style,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pylon,
The Fire Engines,
Suicide,
Panda Bear,
The Kinks,
Barrington Levy,
Sparks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scion,
Jandek,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Dave Clark Five,
New York Dolls,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Public Enemy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Prince Buster,
Lou Christie,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Freddie Wadling,
Tomorrow,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Swans,
D'Angelo,
Bang On A Can,
The Skatalites,
Lindisfarne,
Con Funk Shun,
The Mojo Men,
Sugar Minott,
Ultra Naté,
kango's stein massive,
Moby Grape,
Johnny Osbourne,
Harpers Bizarre,
Delon & Dalcan,
Aloha Tigers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Misunderstood,
Barbara Tucker,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.