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 Vietnam and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Detroit Cobras to the disco 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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a snare 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 arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wally Richardson,
The Slits,
the Fania All-Stars,
Popol Vuh,
Roger Hodgson,
Don Cherry,
Wire,
Dawn Penn,
Kayak,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dark Day,
Royal Trux,
the Germs,
Marc Almond,
Rakim,
The Gladiators,
The Doors,
Prince Buster,
OOIOO,
Dennis Brown,
Skriet,
Banda Bassotti,
Oblivians,
Young Marble Giants,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mars,
Gang Gang Dance,
Junior Murvin,
Flipper,
the Soft Cell,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ice-T,
The Invisible,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
James White and The Blacks,
Joey Negro,
Gang Green,
June Days,
Delta 5,
Tomorrow,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Charles Mingus,
Pierre Henry,
Moby Grape,
Barry Ungar,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Toni Rubio,
Brand Nubian,
Marcia Griffiths,
Laurel Aitken,
cv313,
Al Stewart,
Depeche Mode,
The Birthday Party,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Erasure,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.