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 China and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mad Mike to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Susan Cadogan,
The Motions,
Cluster,
Funky Four + One,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Smoke,
Fat Boys,
Rekid,
10cc,
The Gladiators,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Reuben Wilson,
The Moleskins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scion,
June Days,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pantytec,
Ultra Naté,
Roger Hodgson,
New Order,
Gregory Isaacs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Livin' Joy,
Isaac Hayes,
Simply Red,
Dead Boys,
Aloha Tigers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Charles Mingus,
Sister Nancy,
Soulsonic Force,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Slits,
Andrew Hill,
The Flesh Eaters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scan 7,
The Misunderstood,
The Kinks,
R.M.O.,
Pylon,
Oneida,
Electric Prunes,
Lucky Dragons,
Traffic Nightmare,
Piero Umiliani,
Silicon Teens,
Arthur Verocai,
Boz Scaggs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Alison Limerick,
Slave,
The Electric Prunes,
Zapp,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joensuu 1685,
The Walker Brothers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Spoonie Gee,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.