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 Djibouti and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Young Rascals to the disco 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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a chamberlin and an oboe 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Minny Pops,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Absolute Body Control,
Barclay James Harvest,
Average White Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Faraquet,
Robert Hood,
Chris & Cosey,
Fatback Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Henry Cow,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ludus,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bill Wells,
Wolf Eyes,
Ronan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Danielle Patucci,
Aaron Thompson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nirvana,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wings,
Guru Guru,
The Skatalites,
Ken Boothe,
The Seeds,
Harmonia,
Dead Boys,
Archie Shepp,
Anakelly,
Kenny Larkin,
The Real Kids,
Skarface,
Minor Threat,
Public Enemy,
Carl Craig,
Thompson Twins,
Marshall Jefferson,
Blossom Toes,
The Gun Club,
Sarah Menescal,
T. Rex,
Kool Moe Dee,
Visage,
Magma,
The Divine Comedy,
Can,
Saccharine Trust,
Smog,
The Young Rascals,
Janne Schatter,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
X-102,
X-Ray Spex,
The Slits,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cybotron,
Subhumans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.