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 Zambia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Monks to the grunge 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a chamberlin and a mellotron 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 arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Mantronix,
Funky Four + One,
Connie Case,
Kerri Chandler,
The Mojo Men,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lalann,
The Monochrome Set,
Joe Smooth,
Scrapy,
Arcadia,
Lungfish,
Judy Mowatt,
Moby Grape,
The Cure,
Jesper Dahlback,
Essential Logic,
a-ha,
T.S.O.L.,
The Blues Magoos,
Crime,
Terry Callier,
Glambeats Corp.,
Agitation Free,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bill Wells,
The Neon Judgement,
John Holt,
Alphaville,
Reuben Wilson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sound Behaviour,
Warsaw,
Yusef Lateef,
Matthew Bourne,
Skaos,
The Count Five,
Interpol,
48th St. Collective,
The Raincoats,
Blossom Toes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Can,
Excepter,
cv313,
Oblivians,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Silicon Teens,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Crash Course in Science,
Idris Muhammad,
MC5,
Eric Copeland,
H. Thieme,
Suburban Knight,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Brothers Johnson,
Rosa Yemen,
Depeche Mode,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Vladislav Delay,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.