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 Iran and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Gabor Szabo to the rock 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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe 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 sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Steve Hackett,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Real Kids,
Wire,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pantytec,
Hoover,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Connie Case,
Warsaw,
Lucky Dragons,
Television Personalities,
David Bowie,
Gong,
Echospace,
The Velvet Underground,
E-Dancer,
Warren Ellis,
KRS-One,
Todd Terry,
The Seeds,
Danielle Patucci,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The United States of America,
Monks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Shuggie Otis,
Organ,
Q and Not U,
Lakeside,
the Association,
Ultimate Spinach,
Boogie Down Productions,
Davy DMX,
Jerry's Kids,
The J.B.'s,
Grandmaster Flash,
Anakelly,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tim Buckley,
Von Mondo,
Leonard Cohen,
Loose Ends,
Youth Brigade,
Index,
Josef K,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sonic Youth,
Carl Craig,
Jeff Lynne,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Selecter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hashim,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Fall,
Deadbeat,
the Swans,
The Trojans,
John Cale,
Siglo XX,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.