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 Chad and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ituana to the punk 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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Cal Tjader,
Laurel Aitken,
The Tremeloes,
The Walker Brothers,
Sun City Girls,
Trumans Water,
The Flesh Eaters,
Roy Ayers,
Lou Reed,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Throbbing Gristle,
Adolescents,
Neu!,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Deepchord,
Can,
Make Up,
The Blues Magoos,
Stetsasonic,
Frankie Knuckles,
Morten Harket,
Man Parrish,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Leaves,
Suburban Knight,
Ohio Players,
Terry Callier,
Masters at Work,
The Fugs,
Eve St. Jones,
Pagans,
Minnie Riperton,
Little Man,
Donny Hathaway,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Electric Prunes,
Spoonie Gee,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Underground Resistance,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Flash Fearless,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Model 500,
Wally Richardson,
Tommy Roe,
Marvin Gaye,
Harry Pussy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Patti Smith,
Camouflage,
Youth Brigade,
The Selecter,
Scientists,
8 Eyed Spy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Average White Band,
Funkadelic,
Brothers Johnson,
The Gories,
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.