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 Spain and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 The Martian to the rap 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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
The Moody Blues,
Yazoo,
The Leaves,
Sex Pistols,
Kenny Larkin,
Roy Ayers,
The Five Americans,
The Zeros,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Iggy Pop,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mars,
June of 44,
Buzzcocks,
The Shadows of Knight,
EPMD,
Unrelated Segments,
Joensuu 1685,
In Retrospect,
Blossom Toes,
Stereo Dub,
Marmalade,
Bluetip,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Chrome,
The Associates,
Excepter,
Black Moon,
Fat Boys,
Cymande,
Dawn Penn,
AZ,
Jawbox,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Y Pants,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tommy Roe,
Roxy Music,
Robert Görl,
Eve St. Jones,
Boredoms,
Porter Ricks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Matthew Halsall,
Wings,
Derrick May,
The Real Kids,
Spoonie Gee,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Organ,
Ken Boothe,
Fatback Band,
Von Mondo,
Warren Ellis,
Cecil Taylor,
Quantec,
Lou Christie,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.