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 Bahamas and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gong to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer 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 synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Black Sheep,
The Divine Comedy,
Blancmange,
Byron Stingily,
Josef K,
Judy Mowatt,
Quadrant,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Anthony Braxton,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Fugs,
DJ Sneak,
Drive Like Jehu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gil Scott Heron,
Make Up,
Tim Buckley,
The Dirtbombs,
Pussy Galore,
a-ha,
UT,
Joe Finger,
Fugazi,
Stetsasonic,
The Grass Roots,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Brick,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bobby Sherman,
The Seeds,
The Smiths,
Wolf Eyes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gong,
Moss Icon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Outsiders,
June Days,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Human League,
The Fuzztones,
The Red Krayola,
Excepter,
Brass Construction,
Black Moon,
The Fire Engines,
The Velvet Underground,
Rites of Spring,
The Durutti Column,
Lyres,
Danielle Patucci,
The Real Kids,
Barrington Levy,
Crime,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Loose Ends,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.