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 United States and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a harpsichord and a linndrum 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 snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Erasure,
The J.B.'s,
The Kinks,
Bang On A Can,
Index,
Cecil Taylor,
The Skatalites,
Severed Heads,
Rufus Thomas,
Arthur Verocai,
Brick,
Donny Hathaway,
John Foxx,
Derrick Morgan,
Soft Machine,
Sexual Harrassment,
Con Funk Shun,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
John Coltrane,
the Normal,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Angry Samoans,
Supertramp,
Al Stewart,
Nation of Ulysses,
Robert Görl,
Simply Red,
Lyres,
The Evens,
Half Japanese,
Matthew Bourne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bad Manners,
Maurizio,
The Move,
Popol Vuh,
Sun Ra,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tubeway Army,
Alton Ellis,
Eric Copeland,
the Soft Cell,
Derrick May,
Gabor Szabo,
Circle Jerks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Morten Harket,
Blancmange,
Charles Mingus,
Trumans Water,
Gregory Isaacs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Toasters,
Hot Snakes,
Neu!,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.