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 Uzbekistan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Cairo.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Make Up to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes 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 a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Ten City,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Panda Bear,
Desert Stars,
Slick Rick,
R.M.O.,
The Angels of Light,
Sight & Sound,
The Mummies,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Blues Magoos,
Slave,
Pierre Henry,
Susan Cadogan,
Delta 5,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Kinks,
Hasil Adkins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Infiniti,
Fear,
MDC,
LL Cool J,
Brass Construction,
Zapp,
Kayak,
Danielle Patucci,
Chrome,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nik Kershaw,
Quadrant,
EPMD,
Mary Jane Girls,
Can,
Graham Central Station,
Blake Baxter,
The Blackbyrds,
MC5,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bill Near,
Skarface,
The Pop Group,
Eden Ahbez,
Glambeats Corp.,
The United States of America,
Easy Going,
Masters at Work,
The Slits,
Bronski Beat,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bill Wells,
Kaleidoscope,
Marc Almond,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Tremeloes,
Avey Tare,
Alton Ellis,
Index,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Morten Harket,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.