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 Chile and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Seeds to the grime 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar 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 arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Leonard Cohen,
Gabor Szabo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dawn Penn,
Lou Reed,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kaleidoscope,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Depeche Mode,
Gang Green,
FM Einheit,
Organ,
In Retrospect,
R.M.O.,
Eric Dolphy,
Groovy Waters,
Sound Behaviour,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Saccharine Trust,
Soft Machine,
DJ Sneak,
Junior Murvin,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Piero Umiliani,
Can,
The Victims,
Joe Smooth,
The Cramps,
Crispy Ambulance,
Youth Brigade,
Moebius,
Newcleus,
Eric Copeland,
Mr. Review,
Roxette,
Shuggie Otis,
Dead Boys,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Absolute Body Control,
Nils Olav,
Duran Duran,
The Doors,
Marc Almond,
Section 25,
Spoonie Gee,
Tommy Roe,
Stereo Dub,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
La Düsseldorf,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bronski Beat,
Boredoms,
the Soft Cell,
Nas,
The Neon Judgement,
Bobby Byrd,
The Electric Prunes,
The Fire Engines,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.