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 Mauritania and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Isaac Hayes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sun City Girls,
Barrington Levy,
Roy Ayers,
Aaron Thompson,
Erykah Badu,
The Electric Prunes,
Schoolly D,
KRS-One,
The Offenders,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sun Ra,
Vladislav Delay,
Roxette,
Talk Talk,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
New Age Steppers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Black Bananas,
Jawbox,
DNA,
Ten City,
Warren Ellis,
Monolake,
Easy Going,
Lungfish,
Unwound,
Wasted Youth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Whodini,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marmalade,
Black Pus,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Technova,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Unrelated Segments,
Mars,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pantytec,
The Slackers,
The Blues Magoos,
T. Rex,
Oblivians,
Fugazi,
Sister Nancy,
Blancmange,
The Cramps,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ponytail,
Kevin Saunderson,
Archie Shepp,
Throbbing Gristle,
Organ,
Animal Collective,
Davy DMX,
Wire,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.