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 Monaco and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 Manila and Cairo.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Warsaw 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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Mandrill,
Pantytec,
Sarah Menescal,
The Saints,
Cluster,
Pagans,
David McCallum,
Tropical Tobacco,
Magazine,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scratch Acid,
Glambeats Corp.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Warren Ellis,
Erasure,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Alice Coltrane,
Oneida,
Electric Light Orchestra,
LL Cool J,
Smog,
Marvin Gaye,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dead Boys,
Aswad,
Peter & Gordon,
The Angels of Light,
Andrew Hill,
Kaleidoscope,
Jacob Miller,
Wally Richardson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Hashim,
The Cowsills,
Flash Fearless,
Johnny Osbourne,
Byron Stingily,
Bobby Byrd,
Mr. Review,
A Certain Ratio,
Franke,
Country Teasers,
Sight & Sound,
Ossler,
The Pop Group,
Brand Nubian,
The Golliwogs,
Reuben Wilson,
The Blues Magoos,
Inner City,
Pharoah Sanders,
Amon Düül II,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Five Americans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Circle Jerks,
Michelle Simonal,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ludus,
Stereo Dub,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.