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 Brunei and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sonics to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Bar-Kays,
Yazoo,
Vladislav Delay,
New Order,
Sound Behaviour,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Sonics,
Sonic Youth,
Unrelated Segments,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ten City,
Ohio Players,
The Fortunes,
The Music Machine,
The Moody Blues,
Liliput,
X-Ray Spex,
Ultra Naté,
Marine Girls,
Black Moon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ornette Coleman,
Bootsy Collins,
Saccharine Trust,
Boredoms,
Yellowson,
Television Personalities,
The Golliwogs,
The Misunderstood,
The Pop Group,
Bobby Byrd,
The Invisible,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Intrusion,
EPMD,
T. Rex,
Mad Mike,
John Holt,
The Neon Judgement,
The Standells,
Grandmaster Flash,
Oblivians,
Bill Wells,
Hasil Adkins,
The Dirtbombs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Boz Scaggs,
Organ,
Stereo Dub,
Faraquet,
T.S.O.L.,
Dave Gahan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
D'Angelo,
The Techniques,
The Martian,
Barry Ungar,
Altered Images,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.