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 Netherlands and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Grey Daturas to the punk 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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes 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 linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Mars,
Fugazi,
Spoonie Gee,
The Kinks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cal Tjader,
Radiopuhelimet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Aaron Thompson,
The United States of America,
Suicide,
Drexciya,
Tres Demented,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scratch Acid,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scott Walker,
Technova,
Amon Düül,
the Fania All-Stars,
FM Einheit,
Jeff Mills,
The Raincoats,
The Modern Lovers,
The Offenders,
Dark Day,
Connie Case,
Panda Bear,
Brand Nubian,
Deadbeat,
Jawbox,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Desert Stars,
Ludus,
Cameo,
Thompson Twins,
Fatback Band,
Von Mondo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Alton Ellis,
New York Dolls,
Motorama,
Brass Construction,
Trumans Water,
The Monochrome Set,
Jacob Miller,
Talk Talk,
The Detroit Cobras,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
June of 44,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Cowsills,
10cc,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.