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 Venezuela and from New York.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Neil Young to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a harpsichord 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 spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Freddie Wadling,
Flash Fearless,
Duran Duran,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ituana,
The Smoke,
Fear,
Kerri Chandler,
Harmonia,
Vladislav Delay,
Camberwell Now,
Pantytec,
Los Fastidios,
Spoonie Gee,
Buzzcocks,
Pierre Henry,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Interpol,
Kayak,
Maleditus Sound,
Bush Tetras,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Boz Scaggs,
Talk Talk,
Index,
The Tremeloes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kas Product,
PIL,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Monochrome Set,
Surgeon,
The Dirtbombs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Robert Görl,
Mandrill,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Doors,
Kurtis Blow,
Dorothy Ashby,
Television Personalities,
The Knickerbockers,
Sarah Menescal,
Pantaleimon,
Can,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Standells,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Martian,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Litter,
Crash Course in Science,
Whodini,
Parry Music,
Peter and Kerry,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.