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 Solomon Islands and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar 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 Warsaw to the punk 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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Zeros,
The Monks,
Wasted Youth,
Bobby Sherman,
Yusef Lateef,
The Offenders,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rekid,
Whodini,
Niagra,
Tomorrow,
The Martian,
The American Breed,
The Last Poets,
Ituana,
Japan,
Toni Rubio,
Neil Young,
Funky Four + One,
Steve Hackett,
Ponytail,
Stiv Bators,
Scratch Acid,
Harpers Bizarre,
Johnny Clarke,
Trumans Water,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Buzzcocks,
Camberwell Now,
Hoover,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bush Tetras,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Quadrant,
Terry Callier,
Reagan Youth,
K-Klass,
Rites of Spring,
Pagans,
Wally Richardson,
The Human League,
The Velvet Underground,
David McCallum,
Kool Moe Dee,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kayak,
Graham Central Station,
Blake Baxter,
Brand Nubian,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Monks,
Rakim,
8 Eyed Spy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Henry Cow,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.