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 Georgia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a synthesizer 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 snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
CMW,
cv313,
Funkadelic,
Marc Almond,
The Vogues,
These Immortal Souls,
Derrick Morgan,
Derrick May,
Pantytec,
Agent Orange,
Alice Coltrane,
Metal Thangz,
Bronski Beat,
The Dead C,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kerri Chandler,
David Axelrod,
Mary Jane Girls,
Khruangbin,
The Neon Judgement,
Visage,
The Dave Clark Five,
Crooked Eye,
Susan Cadogan,
The Mummies,
Eden Ahbez,
The Grass Roots,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Agitation Free,
Minutemen,
Junior Murvin,
Young Marble Giants,
Duran Duran,
The Searchers,
Ohio Players,
Wally Richardson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Real Kids,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Music Machine,
Underground Resistance,
Connie Case,
Dual Sessions,
Sugar Minott,
Malaria!,
Nirvana,
Leonard Cohen,
Quadrant,
Monolake,
Eurythmics,
Smog,
The Fuzztones,
Soul Sonic Force,
Saccharine Trust,
Stereo Dub,
John Cale,
Faust,
Barbara Tucker,
Thompson Twins,
Goldenarms,
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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.