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 Indonesia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Dawn Penn 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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
La Düsseldorf,
Mark Hollis,
Bobby Sherman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Smoke,
Lyres,
Leonard Cohen,
Roy Ayers,
Skarface,
Michelle Simonal,
The Sonics,
Zapp,
Sound Behaviour,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Schoolly D,
Boredoms,
Simply Red,
the Soft Cell,
Groovy Waters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fear,
Brothers Johnson,
Jacob Miller,
Hoover,
The Gories,
Peter and Kerry,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tears for Fears,
Goldenarms,
D'Angelo,
Eric Copeland,
Fluxion,
Sister Nancy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Minnie Riperton,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Moody Blues,
Unrelated Segments,
Derrick Morgan,
Fat Boys,
The Toasters,
The Zeros,
Scientists,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Litter,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rod Modell,
Isaac Hayes,
Bad Manners,
Gichy Dan,
Brick,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mantronix,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Stooges,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The United States of America,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.