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 Croatia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Colin Newman to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a synthesizer 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 mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Lyres,
Soft Machine,
Stereo Dub,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Young Marble Giants,
Lalo Schifrin,
Unwound,
Neil Young,
Negative Approach,
Matthew Bourne,
The Pretty Things,
Hoover,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mandrill,
Roger Hodgson,
Jandek,
Sonic Youth,
The Gap Band,
Nico,
Main Source,
Nas,
Wasted Youth,
Can,
D'Angelo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Birthday Party,
Charles Mingus,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wally Richardson,
Slave,
Flash Fearless,
PIL,
Tears for Fears,
JFA,
The Zeros,
Grey Daturas,
Dark Day,
Amazonics,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sugar Minott,
The Five Americans,
The Raincoats,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bush Tetras,
Procol Harum,
Black Sheep,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Boz Scaggs,
The Gories,
Intrusion,
David Axelrod,
Inner City,
Kas Product,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crime,
The Vogues,
Minutemen,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.