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 Somalia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the 808 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 The Mojo Men to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a guitar 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Gang of Four,
Barbara Tucker,
Mandrill,
Fat Boys,
Quadrant,
The Evens,
The Mojo Men,
Agitation Free,
Camouflage,
Aaron Thompson,
The Pretty Things,
Intrusion,
Laurel Aitken,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Whodini,
X-101,
The Slackers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sight & Sound,
Lyres,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cameo,
Pylon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nas,
Symarip,
Hardrive,
The Associates,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Mighty Diamonds,
H. Thieme,
Zapp,
Gichy Dan,
Stetsasonic,
Liliput,
Funky Four + One,
Dorothy Ashby,
John Coltrane,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Guru Guru,
Godley & Creme,
Half Japanese,
Soulsonic Force,
Slick Rick,
Warsaw,
Shoche,
The J.B.'s,
Susan Cadogan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Section 25,
Terrestrial Tones,
Skarface,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Buckinghams,
Black Flag,
The Misunderstood,
Bush Tetras,
Black Bananas,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.