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 the UAE and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 Glasgow and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar 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 Curtis Mayfield to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a clarinet 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 clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Steve Hackett,
Sällskapet,
Dave Gahan,
Bill Wells,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marc Almond,
Das Ding,
Idris Muhammad,
Pylon,
Monolake,
Subhumans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cluster,
The Durutti Column,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Thompson Twins,
Anakelly,
Oblivians,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Stiv Bators,
The Smiths,
Kool Moe Dee,
Spoonie Gee,
Mo-Dettes,
Bluetip,
Barclay James Harvest,
Roy Ayers,
Black Flag,
June of 44,
Rufus Thomas,
Terry Callier,
Negative Approach,
David Axelrod,
Fluxion,
Los Fastidios,
New York Dolls,
Marcia Griffiths,
Michelle Simonal,
The Associates,
Toni Rubio,
Jeff Lynne,
Visage,
Slick Rick,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Judy Mowatt,
The Pretty Things,
Mantronix,
The Gap Band,
Bob Dylan,
Black Bananas,
Glenn Branca,
Kurtis Blow,
The Modern Lovers,
Khruangbin,
The Star Department,
The Knickerbockers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lyres,
Wire,
Jawbox,
Severed Heads,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.