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 Tonga and from Spokane.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare 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 organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Kerri Chandler,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Japan,
La Düsseldorf,
Thee Headcoats,
The Misunderstood,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fad Gadget,
Carl Craig,
The Modern Lovers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mantronix,
The Busters,
Hot Snakes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bush Tetras,
Kool Moe Dee,
Johnny Clarke,
Connie Case,
Nas,
Outsiders,
Electric Prunes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Black Sheep,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scan 7,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Grass Roots,
Dave Gahan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
CMW,
Soulsonic Force,
Kaleidoscope,
Nirvana,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
It's A Beautiful Day,
One Last Wish,
Young Marble Giants,
Urselle,
Henry Cow,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Animal Collective,
Absolute Body Control,
Gastr Del Sol,
Idris Muhammad,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Whodini,
Crime,
Jerry's Kids,
Lyres,
Rosa Yemen,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soft Cell,
8 Eyed Spy,
Moss Icon,
The Knickerbockers,
June Days,
Lakeside,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.