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 Eritrea and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Jakarta.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Deadbeat to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar 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 spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Pole,
Nik Kershaw,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Simply Red,
Can,
Todd Rundgren,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kaleidoscope,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Underground Resistance,
Rotary Connection,
Mission of Burma,
Theoretical Girls,
Moebius,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Wake,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Aswad,
Laurel Aitken,
Whodini,
The Last Poets,
La Düsseldorf,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Public Enemy,
Max Romeo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ultimate Spinach,
Delta 5,
Los Fastidios,
The Buckinghams,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kenny Larkin,
Robert Görl,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ohio Players,
Black Flag,
Bobby Womack,
Prince Buster,
Stiv Bators,
Jawbox,
Tubeway Army,
The Smiths,
Johnny Osbourne,
Robert Wyatt,
Neil Young,
The Move,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lebanon Hanover,
Anakelly,
Country Joe & The Fish,
A Certain Ratio,
Bluetip,
Easy Going,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Brand Nubian,
Bang On A Can,
DJ Sneak,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.