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 Zimbabwe and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Lou Christie to the disco 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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy 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 marimba 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Names,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Max Romeo,
Royal Trux,
Byron Stingily,
The Buckinghams,
Boz Scaggs,
Spoonie Gee,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ultra Naté,
The Smiths,
Franke,
Urselle,
The Walker Brothers,
Joe Smooth,
Ken Boothe,
Ralphi Rosario,
Soft Cell,
the Human League,
Aswad,
Goldenarms,
The Associates,
The Blackbyrds,
Q and Not U,
The Angels of Light,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rites of Spring,
Scrapy,
Tommy Roe,
Pantaleimon,
Mars,
Infiniti,
Panda Bear,
Derrick May,
Crispian St. Peters,
Radio Birdman,
Jesper Dahlback,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fat Boys,
Glenn Branca,
Brick,
Bang On A Can,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Monks,
cv313,
Oneida,
Stereo Dub,
Mantronix,
The Moleskins,
Marine Girls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Reagan Youth,
The Human League,
The Zeros,
Ituana,
E-Dancer,
Quando Quango,
Chris Corsano,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Raincoats,
The Red Krayola,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.