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 Turkey and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Underground Resistance to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
These Immortal Souls,
Supertramp,
Todd Terry,
Sex Pistols,
Faust,
Lightning Bolt,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Victims,
The Pretty Things,
Ornette Coleman,
La Düsseldorf,
H. Thieme,
Gang Starr,
June of 44,
Neil Young,
Quantec,
Glambeats Corp.,
Glenn Branca,
Banda Bassotti,
Robert Wyatt,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Soft Cell,
Lower 48,
Khruangbin,
FM Einheit,
The Fire Engines,
Drexciya,
the Normal,
Swans,
Guru Guru,
Eurythmics,
Kurtis Blow,
Saccharine Trust,
Idris Muhammad,
Pantaleimon,
Nas,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Simply Red,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Five Americans,
Echospace,
Iggy Pop,
Visage,
Tommy Roe,
Radio Birdman,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Slave,
Blake Baxter,
Kenny Larkin,
Brothers Johnson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fear,
The Remains,
Erykah Badu,
Alison Limerick,
Organ,
Wings,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.