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 St Lucia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Mars to the crunk 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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a güiro 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Supertramp,
The Wake,
Half Japanese,
Los Fastidios,
Rakim,
Animal Collective,
the Soft Cell,
Eddi Front,
Smog,
Funkadelic,
China Crisis,
Bizarre Inc.,
L. Decosne,
the Fania All-Stars,
A Certain Ratio,
One Last Wish,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Johnny Osbourne,
Saccharine Trust,
Hardrive,
Agitation Free,
The Fugs,
Pantaleimon,
Absolute Body Control,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Howard Jones,
Bootsy Collins,
The Count Five,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Black Bananas,
Reagan Youth,
Sarah Menescal,
The Martian,
Organ,
Joyce Sims,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joensuu 1685,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Spoonie Gee,
Youth Brigade,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Frankie Knuckles,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Gun Club,
John Cale,
X-102,
Sonic Youth,
ABBA,
Fela Kuti,
Drive Like Jehu,
Parry Music,
Vainqueur,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Human League,
Symarip,
Dark Day,
Crooked Eye,
Easy Going,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.