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 Belgium and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Minutemen to the punk 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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 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 rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
The Human League,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Heaven 17,
James White and The Blacks,
Prince Buster,
Tears for Fears,
Porter Ricks,
Leonard Cohen,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
R.M.O.,
Sound Behaviour,
Man Parrish,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Model 500,
Archie Shepp,
Urselle,
Skriet,
Whodini,
The Seeds,
Panda Bear,
Audionom,
Moby Grape,
Eddi Front,
Sam Rivers,
Excepter,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pharoah Sanders,
Yellowson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Unrelated Segments,
The Moody Blues,
Inner City,
Gregory Isaacs,
kango's stein massive,
Unwound,
Parry Music,
This Heat,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gang of Four,
The Invisible,
Hoover,
The Smiths,
Mo-Dettes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mandrill,
Gastr Del Sol,
T. Rex,
The Residents,
Fat Boys,
Tommy Roe,
The Zeros,
Morten Harket,
June Days,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Don Cherry,
Minnie Riperton,
Clear Light,
Connie Case,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.