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 Solomon Islands and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Massinfluence to the funk 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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 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 spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Eddi Front,
Minutemen,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scan 7,
Royal Trux,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nation of Ulysses,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Michelle Simonal,
Bush Tetras,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scion,
Flipper,
Avey Tare,
Fluxion,
Marvin Gaye,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Chrome,
The Barracudas,
Severed Heads,
Audionom,
Sällskapet,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
MDC,
Faust,
Negative Approach,
Infiniti,
Au Pairs,
Ronan,
F. McDonald,
Black Bananas,
Warren Ellis,
Quantec,
Panda Bear,
Popol Vuh,
The Golliwogs,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Cramps,
The Pretty Things,
The Sisters of Mercy,
D'Angelo,
Second Layer,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Adolescents,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fugazi,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jerry's Kids,
Robert Görl,
The Invisible,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Electric Prunes,
World's Most,
Pere Ubu,
Andrew Hill,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soulsonic Force,
Susan Cadogan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.