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 Mexico and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Dawn Penn to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes 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 rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Robert Hood,
FM Einheit,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pere Ubu,
The Fugs,
Black Bananas,
Wings,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Panda Bear,
Reagan Youth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Byron Stingily,
Soulsonic Force,
Brothers Johnson,
Simply Red,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Man Parrish,
Eddi Front,
Amon Düül,
Cal Tjader,
Zapp,
Fatback Band,
Joey Negro,
Alton Ellis,
Sun Ra,
Soft Machine,
AZ,
Roxy Music,
Khruangbin,
Nirvana,
Shoche,
The Durutti Column,
The Knickerbockers,
Donny Hathaway,
Pantytec,
Maleditus Sound,
Pet Shop Boys,
Audionom,
Little Man,
Section 25,
Subhumans,
The Blackbyrds,
Crash Course in Science,
New Order,
Niagra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Patti Smith,
Sonic Youth,
T.S.O.L.,
The Young Rascals,
Blossom Toes,
John Lydon,
Cameo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Unwound,
Bobby Byrd,
The Invisible,
K-Klass,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.