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 Armenia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Unwound to the rap 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a guitar and a sitar 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 marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joe Finger,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Modern Lovers,
John Foxx,
Arab on Radar,
The Detroit Cobras,
Inner City,
Monolake,
Lungfish,
Fugazi,
Faraquet,
The Moleskins,
The J.B.'s,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Remains,
The Velvet Underground,
Bobby Womack,
Dorothy Ashby,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Human League,
The Stooges,
Spoonie Gee,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
K-Klass,
Jesper Dahlback,
Black Flag,
David Axelrod,
Quando Quango,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Index,
Bill Wells,
Rakim,
The Smiths,
Cybotron,
Davy DMX,
Gabor Szabo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Crime,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joensuu 1685,
The Fugs,
Hashim,
Desert Stars,
Crash Course in Science,
Kurtis Blow,
Patti Smith,
Pharoah Sanders,
Freddie Wadling,
Albert Ayler,
the Germs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Country Teasers,
AZ,
Marc Almond,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kool Moe Dee,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scientists,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.