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 Estonia and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord 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 marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Skriet,
Faust,
The Gap Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Silicon Teens,
Davy DMX,
Cecil Taylor,
The Moody Blues,
Drive Like Jehu,
Los Fastidios,
Basic Channel,
Tom Boy,
LL Cool J,
Marc Almond,
Essential Logic,
The Electric Prunes,
Fela Kuti,
Joe Finger,
Guru Guru,
JFA,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Simply Red,
the Germs,
The Dirtbombs,
John Lydon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ultravox,
Liliput,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
DJ Sneak,
Dorothy Ashby,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wolf Eyes,
Ornette Coleman,
Theoretical Girls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eddi Front,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Japan,
Connie Case,
Donald Byrd,
The Angels of Light,
John Coltrane,
Piero Umiliani,
The Pretty Things,
Susan Cadogan,
the Human League,
8 Eyed Spy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pulsallama,
Crime,
Icehouse,
Livin' Joy,
Rapeman,
DNA,
The New Christs,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.