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 Costa Rica and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Slackers to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum 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 theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Zapp,
Harpers Bizarre,
Niagra,
Bob Dylan,
Alton Ellis,
The Kinks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Chrome,
Guru Guru,
Average White Band,
Black Flag,
Procol Harum,
Ludus,
Gabor Szabo,
the Germs,
the Human League,
The J.B.'s,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Slackers,
Minor Threat,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mad Mike,
Robert Görl,
Monolake,
The Martian,
Trumans Water,
Deepchord,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Seeds,
Flipper,
Archie Shepp,
The Neon Judgement,
Piero Umiliani,
Barclay James Harvest,
Darondo,
A Certain Ratio,
Idris Muhammad,
Mission of Burma,
The Victims,
Alphaville,
the Swans,
the Slits,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Camouflage,
Bobby Byrd,
Eli Mardock,
Y Pants,
Reuben Wilson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pylon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nation of Ulysses,
L. Decosne,
DJ Sneak,
Agent Orange,
Von Mondo,
Zero Boys,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Delta 5,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.