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 Congo and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Stockholm.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Saccharine Trust to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare 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 oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Pretty Things,
Sound Behaviour,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
This Heat,
Ossler,
Funky Four + One,
Monks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Motorama,
Bootsy Collins,
Arthur Verocai,
The Wake,
Bluetip,
Joe Smooth,
Michelle Simonal,
The Monochrome Set,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Kinks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Tremeloes,
Scrapy,
EPMD,
The Birthday Party,
Terrestrial Tones,
Neu!,
Jeff Lynne,
Deadbeat,
JFA,
Young Marble Giants,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marmalade,
Alton Ellis,
Index,
The Electric Prunes,
Bobby Womack,
Derrick May,
Sarah Menescal,
Chris Corsano,
David Axelrod,
Mad Mike,
David McCallum,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soul II Soul,
Rekid,
Scott Walker,
Tommy Roe,
Ultravox,
The Star Department,
The Dave Clark Five,
Guru Guru,
Nik Kershaw,
Schoolly D,
Pierre Henry,
Au Pairs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kurtis Blow,
Brick,
CMW,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Toasters,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.