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 Paraguay and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 John Cale to the dance 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a snare 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 chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Panda Bear,
D'Angelo,
Matthew Bourne,
John Lydon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mary Jane Girls,
Danielle Patucci,
The Moody Blues,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jeff Lynne,
Joe Finger,
Cameo,
Eric Dolphy,
New York Dolls,
The Neon Judgement,
Maurizio,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Dirtbombs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nils Olav,
Half Japanese,
Joe Smooth,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gabor Szabo,
Iggy Pop,
Chris Corsano,
Fad Gadget,
the Association,
Drive Like Jehu,
Roxy Music,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Young Rascals,
The Five Americans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crooked Eye,
Interpol,
The Monks,
David Axelrod,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
B.T. Express,
Tres Demented,
The Fortunes,
Make Up,
The Slits,
The Barracudas,
The Last Poets,
The Names,
The Stooges,
Visage,
June of 44,
Arthur Verocai,
James White and The Blacks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Laurel Aitken,
The Flesh Eaters,
Henry Cow,
Donald Byrd,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.