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 Turkey and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba 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 Mars to the rap 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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ 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 güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Don Cherry,
Bobby Sherman,
Gabor Szabo,
Sister Nancy,
Procol Harum,
The Barracudas,
Half Japanese,
Swell Maps,
Pulsallama,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Severed Heads,
Agent Orange,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sarah Menescal,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Moon,
Jeff Lynne,
Harmonia,
Bad Manners,
Popol Vuh,
Dave Gahan,
Visage,
Anakelly,
Spoonie Gee,
The Velvet Underground,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kurtis Blow,
Ossler,
Sparks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sexual Harrassment,
K-Klass,
Rekid,
Deakin,
48th St. Collective,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tom Boy,
Clear Light,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
T. Rex,
The Gladiators,
Lou Christie,
the Soft Cell,
Flipper,
Joe Finger,
David Axelrod,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Zeros,
Dual Sessions,
the Bar-Kays,
kango's stein massive,
The Slackers,
Kaleidoscope,
Interpol,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bill Wells,
Aswad,
The Beau Brummels,
the Human League,
Duran Duran,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.