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 Indonesia and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Human League to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a rhodes and a guitar 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 guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
X-101,
AZ,
Skaos,
Charles Mingus,
ABC,
The Flesh Eaters,
Thompson Twins,
Marvin Gaye,
Sister Nancy,
The Gun Club,
Bauhaus,
Barrington Levy,
The Five Americans,
Iggy Pop,
Roxette,
Underground Resistance,
Byron Stingily,
Fatback Band,
The Offenders,
Jacques Brel,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wally Richardson,
Lower 48,
Los Fastidios,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rakim,
Joy Division,
Lou Christie,
Chris & Cosey,
Mission of Burma,
Archie Shepp,
Harpers Bizarre,
Grauzone,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marshall Jefferson,
Alison Limerick,
the Swans,
Tom Boy,
Hardrive,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The American Breed,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Amazonics,
The Evens,
Eden Ahbez,
Masters at Work,
Howard Jones,
Public Enemy,
New Age Steppers,
Amon Düül,
Hoover,
The Moleskins,
The Sonics,
Deepchord,
Boredoms,
The Misunderstood,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.