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 Maldives and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Fall to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator 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 spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Skarface,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Deepchord,
Lightning Bolt,
Gang of Four,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cheater Slicks,
Excepter,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Grass Roots,
Robert Wyatt,
Black Bananas,
Monks,
Donald Byrd,
Minny Pops,
Delta 5,
Quadrant,
The Red Krayola,
The Smoke,
The Divine Comedy,
One Last Wish,
Radio Birdman,
The Pop Group,
Thompson Twins,
Flash Fearless,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wally Richardson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ultra Naté,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Maleditus Sound,
Jeff Mills,
Eve St. Jones,
Khruangbin,
The Neon Judgement,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sun City Girls,
Ultravox,
kango's stein massive,
Y Pants,
Cabaret Voltaire,
H. Thieme,
Tomorrow,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Smog,
Wolf Eyes,
Bob Dylan,
Joe Finger,
Susan Cadogan,
Nick Fraelich,
Aural Exciters,
KRS-One,
Roxette,
Deadbeat,
Tubeway Army,
Radiohead,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.