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 South Sudan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Godley & Creme to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator 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 linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
The Star Department,
Crime,
Supertramp,
Ken Boothe,
Kurtis Blow,
Danielle Patucci,
Bad Manners,
Chris Corsano,
Rod Modell,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
H. Thieme,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Monolake,
Masters at Work,
Goldenarms,
Country Teasers,
Au Pairs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sexual Harrassment,
Franke,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Dead C,
The Moody Blues,
Cybotron,
Organ,
Mars,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Gun Club,
Half Japanese,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ronnie Foster,
Joe Smooth,
Duran Duran,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
X-102,
June Days,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Underground Resistance,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scrapy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobby Womack,
Colin Newman,
Agent Orange,
kango's stein massive,
Jacob Miller,
The Zeros,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sun Ra,
Rites of Spring,
Toni Rubio,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Happenings,
Mad Mike,
The Skatalites,
Gang of Four,
Ludus,
Lightning Bolt,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.