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 Moldova and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Eli Mardock to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Maurizio,
Terry Callier,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Charles Mingus,
The Divine Comedy,
Pere Ubu,
D'Angelo,
The Sound,
The New Christs,
Aswad,
Scott Walker,
These Immortal Souls,
Electric Prunes,
Toni Rubio,
The Buckinghams,
T.S.O.L.,
The Trojans,
Eden Ahbez,
Swell Maps,
Quando Quango,
The Selecter,
Bronski Beat,
Lower 48,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Minny Pops,
New York Dolls,
Eric Copeland,
Rufus Thomas,
Visage,
The Star Department,
EPMD,
Qualms,
The Moody Blues,
Ituana,
Dorothy Ashby,
Matthew Halsall,
Soft Machine,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Black Pus,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Saints,
Danielle Patucci,
Public Enemy,
Warsaw,
Slick Rick,
Tears for Fears,
New Order,
Stereo Dub,
Barclay James Harvest,
Skriet,
Ultravox,
Bobby Sherman,
the Bar-Kays,
Dead Boys,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.