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 Senegal and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Massinfluence to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Ten City,
This Heat,
Kurtis Blow,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Happenings,
Black Bananas,
Soft Cell,
Joy Division,
Bobby Womack,
Gil Scott Heron,
Los Fastidios,
Barrington Levy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Faust,
Peter and Kerry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
June of 44,
David McCallum,
Livin' Joy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cheater Slicks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Symarip,
Metal Thangz,
Joensuu 1685,
Junior Murvin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nico,
Ohio Players,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Stockholm Monsters,
Agent Orange,
Faraquet,
Jesper Dahlback,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
New Order,
Pet Shop Boys,
John Lydon,
The Move,
Lindisfarne,
Make Up,
The Knickerbockers,
Popol Vuh,
Fluxion,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Motorama,
The Slits,
Thee Headcoats,
Ultimate Spinach,
Little Man,
Unrelated Segments,
48th St. Collective,
Alphaville,
The Cramps,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rhythm & Sound,
Goldenarms,
Circle Jerks,
Tres Demented,
Harmonia,
K-Klass,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.