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 Malawi and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fat Boys to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
The Electric Prunes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Grauzone,
New York Dolls,
Funky Four + One,
Suburban Knight,
Funkadelic,
Ossler,
Fear,
The Litter,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bush Tetras,
Rites of Spring,
The Fuzztones,
Cymande,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Happenings,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Matthew Bourne,
Bad Manners,
The Slits,
Patti Smith,
Black Pus,
Albert Ayler,
Soft Cell,
B.T. Express,
Barrington Levy,
Erykah Badu,
Marmalade,
LL Cool J,
Accadde A,
The Motions,
Ultimate Spinach,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cluster,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Matthew Halsall,
Althea and Donna,
Andrew Hill,
10cc,
Jawbox,
Motorama,
The Sonics,
Gang of Four,
James Chance & The Contortions,
This Heat,
The Pretty Things,
Royal Trux,
Moby Grape,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Angry Samoans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Real Kids,
Crash Course in Science,
June Days,
Soulsonic Force,
Roy Ayers,
Eurythmics,
Rosa Yemen,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.