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 Laos and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Camouflage to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists 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 chamberlin and a clarinet 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 mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ultravox,
Letta Mbulu,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dual Sessions,
Roxy Music,
The Blues Magoos,
Skriet,
The Residents,
The Five Americans,
Henry Cow,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scion,
Robert Wyatt,
Jerry's Kids,
Harmonia,
The Pop Group,
Severed Heads,
Thompson Twins,
L. Decosne,
The Cosmic Jokers,
John Holt,
Rod Modell,
Eddi Front,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ronan,
Avey Tare,
Lou Reed,
Sugar Minott,
Radiopuhelimet,
Neil Young,
The Star Department,
The Fire Engines,
Lower 48,
Howard Jones,
The Velvet Underground,
Theoretical Girls,
Basic Channel,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Technova,
the Slits,
The Selecter,
Electric Prunes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dave Gahan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joe Finger,
Lindisfarne,
Talk Talk,
The Raincoats,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Motorama,
The Invisible,
Jacques Brel,
Silicon Teens,
The Gladiators,
Dawn Penn,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sonic Youth,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.