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 Gambia 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Associates to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Tommy Roe,
The Neon Judgement,
Swell Maps,
Lakeside,
Alice Coltrane,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kayak,
Neu!,
Yusef Lateef,
Ronnie Foster,
Bad Manners,
The Selecter,
Black Pus,
Scott Walker,
DJ Sneak,
Tom Boy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cecil Taylor,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Names,
Schoolly D,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Minny Pops,
The Slits,
The Trojans,
Davy DMX,
Public Enemy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Radiohead,
Shoche,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Japan,
Avey Tare,
Q and Not U,
The Pop Group,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Electric Prunes,
The Angels of Light,
Bobby Byrd,
The Monks,
The Saints,
Panda Bear,
X-102,
Suburban Knight,
La Düsseldorf,
Pole,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gabor Szabo,
Altered Images,
Surgeon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Saccharine Trust,
Kurtis Blow,
The Misunderstood,
Quadrant,
Morten Harket,
X-101,
Magma,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.