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 Ireland and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mojo Men to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane 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 theremin and a harpsichord 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 chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Swell Maps,
Pere Ubu,
Bobby Womack,
Visage,
The Motions,
The Pretty Things,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Johnny Clarke,
the Germs,
The Divine Comedy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joe Smooth,
Suburban Knight,
Rapeman,
Minutemen,
the Swans,
The Sound,
Chris & Cosey,
Excepter,
Maleditus Sound,
The Dave Clark Five,
Can,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Accadde A,
Erykah Badu,
Inner City,
The Trojans,
Nils Olav,
Donny Hathaway,
Flash Fearless,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Negative Approach,
Q65,
The Music Machine,
Scrapy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
MC5,
Tim Buckley,
The Cure,
Bob Dylan,
The Sonics,
John Lydon,
Kurtis Blow,
Joey Negro,
Hoover,
Organ,
Cluster,
Supertramp,
Unrelated Segments,
Unwound,
Lucky Dragons,
Monks,
Oneida,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
ABC,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Searchers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.