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 Lithuania and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Ohio Players to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a marimba 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 rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
The Beau Brummels,
Tropical Tobacco,
ABC,
the Slits,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nirvana,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Aaron Thompson,
KRS-One,
Lou Reed,
Eve St. Jones,
Monolake,
Arcadia,
The Names,
The J.B.'s,
Average White Band,
Porter Ricks,
Roy Ayers,
Donald Byrd,
Kerri Chandler,
Cheater Slicks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Fania All-Stars,
Suicide,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Cramps,
Deepchord,
Los Fastidios,
Alice Coltrane,
kango's stein massive,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cybotron,
Banda Bassotti,
Fugazi,
Charles Mingus,
The Pop Group,
Ten City,
Pagans,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sonic Youth,
Visage,
the Sonics,
Pulsallama,
Laurel Aitken,
Nik Kershaw,
Dawn Penn,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
John Foxx,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lou Christie,
Dave Gahan,
Unrelated Segments,
Junior Murvin,
Albert Ayler,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
These Immortal Souls,
Swans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.