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 Equatorial Guinea and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Donald Byrd to the funk 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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron 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 rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Gregory Isaacs,
X-101,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bootsy Collins,
Kas Product,
Duran Duran,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Metal Thangz,
The Victims,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Residents,
The Happenings,
Lower 48,
Pantytec,
Jimmy McGriff,
Zero Boys,
The Leaves,
Nico,
Fugazi,
PIL,
Rufus Thomas,
Eli Mardock,
Toni Rubio,
Idris Muhammad,
Alphaville,
Rapeman,
Radiopuhelimet,
Todd Rundgren,
The Invisible,
Khruangbin,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Stooges,
Freddie Wadling,
Popol Vuh,
Eden Ahbez,
Pantaleimon,
Model 500,
Amon Düül,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Flash Fearless,
Joy Division,
Lindisfarne,
The Index,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kayak,
The Five Americans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Little Man,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Vogues,
Anthony Braxton,
K-Klass,
Country Teasers,
Basic Channel,
Minnie Riperton,
10cc,
Delta 5,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.