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 Montenegro and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe 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 X-101 to the grime 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin 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 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Tommy Roe,
Massinfluence,
ABBA,
Warren Ellis,
The Victims,
Peter & Gordon,
Altered Images,
Sight & Sound,
The Saints,
Jerry's Kids,
Robert Hood,
ABC,
Gong,
Royal Trux,
Mark Hollis,
PIL,
The Golliwogs,
John Lydon,
Deadbeat,
Michelle Simonal,
Boredoms,
Television Personalities,
Gang Starr,
Byron Stingily,
Bronski Beat,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Pus,
Wally Richardson,
Scion,
Animal Collective,
The Move,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pole,
Mars,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lindisfarne,
The Durutti Column,
The Gap Band,
Funky Four + One,
Kerrie Biddell,
DNA,
Rapeman,
Agent Orange,
The American Breed,
Adolescents,
The Misunderstood,
Buzzcocks,
Rufus Thomas,
Grey Daturas,
Index,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Simply Red,
a-ha,
The Litter,
Jimmy McGriff,
Danielle Patucci,
Brothers Johnson,
EPMD,
Radiopuhelimet,
Franke,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.