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 Algeria and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gap Band to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw 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 808 and a theremin 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 spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Kaleidoscope,
Sonic Youth,
Gil Scott Heron,
Con Funk Shun,
Jerry's Kids,
The Smiths,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Aswad,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Swans,
Lakeside,
Eric Copeland,
Arab on Radar,
Max Romeo,
JFA,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Smoke,
Royal Trux,
Deakin,
The Five Americans,
Matthew Halsall,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Litter,
Graham Central Station,
Arthur Verocai,
Sällskapet,
Darondo,
Eden Ahbez,
Gregory Isaacs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Andrew Hill,
The Velvet Underground,
Eric B and Rakim,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Invisible,
The Barracudas,
The Stooges,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lou Christie,
Dennis Brown,
Grauzone,
David McCallum,
Roger Hodgson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Germs,
Negative Approach,
The Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Golliwogs,
Moebius,
Drexciya,
Von Mondo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jandek,
Jimmy McGriff,
Television Personalities,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.