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 Marshall Islands and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 X-Ray Spex to the funk 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
The Residents,
Mandrill,
Icehouse,
Metal Thangz,
F. McDonald,
Franke,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bob Dylan,
Boz Scaggs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Walker Brothers,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Kinks,
Ken Boothe,
Crime,
Black Pus,
Eli Mardock,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Grass Roots,
Jeru the Damaja,
David McCallum,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sonic Youth,
The Raincoats,
UT,
The Stooges,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nirvana,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Selecter,
The Beau Brummels,
Pantaleimon,
Ponytail,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Camberwell Now,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Magma,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Human League,
Byron Stingily,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kerri Chandler,
The Count Five,
Deepchord,
Tears for Fears,
Livin' Joy,
Amon Düül,
Siglo XX,
Warren Ellis,
Bill Wells,
Black Sheep,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Fuzztones,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.