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 Grenada and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 David Bowie 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 Basic Channel to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin 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 clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Minnie Riperton,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rapeman,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nik Kershaw,
The Litter,
Mark Hollis,
The Modern Lovers,
T.S.O.L.,
Bizarre Inc.,
Delon & Dalcan,
Arab on Radar,
Godley & Creme,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marc Almond,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Depeche Mode,
CMW,
Parry Music,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Happenings,
Ronan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Yellowson,
Mantronix,
Jerry's Kids,
Sällskapet,
The Barracudas,
Deadbeat,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Cramps,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Supertramp,
The Beau Brummels,
10cc,
David Axelrod,
Thee Headcoats,
Outsiders,
L. Decosne,
Ken Boothe,
Television Personalities,
One Last Wish,
Hardrive,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Circle Jerks,
Con Funk Shun,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ralphi Rosario,
Soul II Soul,
Nas,
Sound Behaviour,
Swell Maps,
The Toasters,
The Buckinghams,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.