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 Guyana and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Junior Murvin to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Grass Roots,
Don Cherry,
Cecil Taylor,
the Swans,
Brothers Johnson,
Rufus Thomas,
Flipper,
Angry Samoans,
Jandek,
Traffic Nightmare,
Boredoms,
Judy Mowatt,
Howard Jones,
Brand Nubian,
Intrusion,
Althea and Donna,
Fad Gadget,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Erykah Badu,
Royal Trux,
ABC,
Metal Thangz,
U.S. Maple,
Make Up,
Ludus,
Sonny Sharrock,
Television,
Banda Bassotti,
Tom Boy,
Japan,
Urselle,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Busters,
Suicide,
David Axelrod,
Junior Murvin,
Babytalk,
Maleditus Sound,
Lightning Bolt,
Freddie Wadling,
Yellowson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Infiniti,
Anthony Braxton,
Robert Wyatt,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scientists,
Severed Heads,
Hot Snakes,
Grandmaster Flash,
John Coltrane,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Vladislav Delay,
Boz Scaggs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eli Mardock,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tres Demented,
X-101,
Bad Manners,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.