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 Serbia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ 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 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Todd Terry,
Agitation Free,
Lightning Bolt,
Skriet,
The Shadows of Knight,
Outsiders,
X-102,
Soft Cell,
Hasil Adkins,
Eli Mardock,
Chrome,
Panda Bear,
Make Up,
Y Pants,
the Soft Cell,
Scan 7,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
UT,
ABC,
The Neon Judgement,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nik Kershaw,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bluetip,
the Germs,
The Gladiators,
The Evens,
Rotary Connection,
Jimmy McGriff,
Schoolly D,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Echospace,
Bob Dylan,
The Pop Group,
Fat Boys,
PIL,
Minny Pops,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Angels of Light,
Section 25,
Ituana,
Gang of Four,
Peter and Kerry,
Kerri Chandler,
the Sonics,
Icehouse,
The Count Five,
F. McDonald,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Second Layer,
John Lydon,
Eric Copeland,
Charles Mingus,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Reagan Youth,
Aural Exciters,
Vainqueur,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Yusef Lateef,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.