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 Liberia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 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 Neu! to the funk 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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Yazoo,
Swans,
Franke,
Girls At Our Best!,
Quadrant,
Technova,
Porter Ricks,
This Heat,
The Young Rascals,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Doors,
Neu!,
The Smoke,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fad Gadget,
Delta 5,
Piero Umiliani,
The United States of America,
Ponytail,
Laurel Aitken,
Rod Modell,
The Evens,
La Düsseldorf,
Accadde A,
Blossom Toes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Television,
Sparks,
Index,
Steve Hackett,
The Gap Band,
Japan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Depeche Mode,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Mummies,
The Kinks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Spoonie Gee,
Scientists,
Second Layer,
Erykah Badu,
Soft Cell,
MDC,
Tubeway Army,
Sonny Sharrock,
Slick Rick,
Crash Course in Science,
Eric Copeland,
Connie Case,
Charles Mingus,
Reagan Youth,
Simply Red,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
China Crisis,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Mojo Men,
Section 25,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.