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 Oman and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rufus Thomas to the punk 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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro 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 sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Stetsasonic,
Bill Near,
Ultravox,
The Doors,
Faraquet,
Blancmange,
The Associates,
The Dirtbombs,
The Busters,
Scan 7,
Desert Stars,
Spandau Ballet,
Niagra,
World's Most,
Con Funk Shun,
Half Japanese,
Aloha Tigers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sight & Sound,
John Holt,
Johnny Clarke,
Ronan,
The Selecter,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wolf Eyes,
Kaleidoscope,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Letta Mbulu,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Searchers,
Alice Coltrane,
The Gap Band,
The Offenders,
Yazoo,
Alphaville,
Kurtis Blow,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Saints,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
MDC,
Roxette,
Maleditus Sound,
Country Teasers,
Sun City Girls,
The Beau Brummels,
Anakelly,
Q65,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Harmonia,
Johnny Osbourne,
Yellowson,
In Retrospect,
Intrusion,
Fela Kuti,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kerri Chandler,
Cymande,
Dual Sessions,
Fugazi,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.