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 Switzerland and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bauhaus to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Dark Day,
Zero Boys,
Desert Stars,
Bad Manners,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sex Pistols,
Blake Baxter,
Kaleidoscope,
Camouflage,
Lakeside,
MC5,
Roger Hodgson,
The Vogues,
Toni Rubio,
Brothers Johnson,
The Saints,
Rufus Thomas,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Television,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marvin Gaye,
Barrington Levy,
B.T. Express,
Whodini,
Mary Jane Girls,
Trumans Water,
Eurythmics,
Soul II Soul,
Visage,
Judy Mowatt,
Depeche Mode,
Cymande,
Cybotron,
Reagan Youth,
Moby Grape,
John Coltrane,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Monks,
Eddi Front,
The Associates,
The Busters,
Tubeway Army,
Ituana,
The Durutti Column,
Darondo,
Gang of Four,
Faust,
Alice Coltrane,
Inner City,
Outsiders,
Ludus,
Cluster,
Roxy Music,
These Immortal Souls,
Rekid,
Byron Stingily,
The Move,
Spoonie Gee,
Wasted Youth,
Half Japanese,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Alton Ellis,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.