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 Bahamas and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Supertramp to the funk 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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Siglo XX,
MC5,
The Pretty Things,
The United States of America,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Boredoms,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Black Dice,
Wolf Eyes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Juan Atkins,
the Bar-Kays,
Bang On A Can,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
This Heat,
the Germs,
Ludus,
Black Bananas,
Smog,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Agent Orange,
Kool Moe Dee,
Buzzcocks,
The Monks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Icehouse,
The Saints,
Oneida,
The Divine Comedy,
Steve Hackett,
Reuben Wilson,
Tommy Roe,
Slave,
Camberwell Now,
Peter and Kerry,
Jawbox,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Michelle Simonal,
Bootsy Collins,
KRS-One,
Sexual Harrassment,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
ABBA,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hot Snakes,
Fad Gadget,
Newcleus,
Ponytail,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pantaleimon,
Masters at Work,
The Zeros,
Warsaw,
Piero Umiliani,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sällskapet,
Sun Ra,
Sun City Girls,
Nico,
Ituana,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.