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 Portugal and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Faraquet to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a güiro 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 harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Quadrant,
Joe Smooth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Aural Exciters,
The Walker Brothers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Vogues,
H. Thieme,
Loose Ends,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Godley & Creme,
Iggy Pop,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Roger Hodgson,
Johnny Clarke,
the Association,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Slits,
Rites of Spring,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Byron Stingily,
A Certain Ratio,
Animal Collective,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sister Nancy,
Cheater Slicks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Excepter,
Althea and Donna,
The Durutti Column,
the Swans,
Grauzone,
Ronnie Foster,
Schoolly D,
Model 500,
The Star Department,
Harmonia,
Bang On A Can,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ken Boothe,
These Immortal Souls,
The Cure,
Bronski Beat,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nas,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cybotron,
Black Moon,
John Cale,
Young Marble Giants,
Stiv Bators,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Goldenarms,
Roxette,
Half Japanese,
Metal Thangz,
Neu!,
AZ,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.