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 Taiwan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar 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 Ossler to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Germs. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe 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 a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Yazoo,
Marmalade,
Lebanon Hanover,
Stockholm Monsters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Can,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sun City Girls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Oblivians,
Silicon Teens,
Wally Richardson,
Theoretical Girls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bootsy Collins,
Au Pairs,
Alphaville,
Youth Brigade,
Skarface,
The Fugs,
Talk Talk,
Roger Hodgson,
Slave,
Connie Case,
R.M.O.,
X-Ray Spex,
The Stooges,
Gregory Isaacs,
James White and The Blacks,
Banda Bassotti,
New Age Steppers,
Ultra Naté,
Gichy Dan,
Monolake,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Leaves,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Glambeats Corp.,
Arthur Verocai,
The Dirtbombs,
Niagra,
Anthony Braxton,
Mandrill,
The Searchers,
John Foxx,
Blancmange,
The Birthday Party,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Neil Young,
the Association,
Pulsallama,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Warsaw,
Boredoms,
Judy Mowatt,
Juan Atkins,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.