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 Jordan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 Stockholm and Glasgow.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Masters at Work to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a 808 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 organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Jacob Miller,
Mission of Burma,
Jerry's Kids,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mark Hollis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Spandau Ballet,
Depeche Mode,
Man Parrish,
Hot Snakes,
Infiniti,
Thompson Twins,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nick Fraelich,
Suicide,
David McCallum,
Avey Tare,
Accadde A,
The Associates,
Gang Starr,
The Searchers,
Dark Day,
The Stooges,
Fad Gadget,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Seeds,
The Offenders,
Grauzone,
The Knickerbockers,
Jawbox,
Motorama,
The Five Americans,
Pussy Galore,
Metal Thangz,
Pharoah Sanders,
Negative Approach,
New York Dolls,
Tomorrow,
Bush Tetras,
Joy Division,
Con Funk Shun,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bad Manners,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fat Boys,
Jesper Dahlback,
Junior Murvin,
Morten Harket,
The Wake,
AZ,
Ludus,
Robert Wyatt,
Sound Behaviour,
Mary Jane Girls,
Alison Limerick,
Aloha Tigers,
Talk Talk,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.