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 Cyprus and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sandy B to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a guitar 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 organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Minny Pops,
Public Enemy,
Tom Boy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Glenn Branca,
Crispian St. Peters,
Henry Cow,
Porter Ricks,
Minnie Riperton,
Malaria!,
Pantytec,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fugs,
Anthony Braxton,
Organ,
The Searchers,
Delta 5,
The Blackbyrds,
The Misunderstood,
FM Einheit,
Saccharine Trust,
Marc Almond,
Matthew Bourne,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Blossom Toes,
The Associates,
Pussy Galore,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Todd Terry,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nirvana,
Neu!,
Cecil Taylor,
Marmalade,
Alison Limerick,
Jawbox,
kango's stein massive,
Nico,
Lou Christie,
Animal Collective,
Sixth Finger,
Fatback Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mo-Dettes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Black Flag,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Smiths,
Moby Grape,
Godley & Creme,
Angry Samoans,
The Moleskins,
Davy DMX,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Clear Light,
John Coltrane,
Alton Ellis,
Reagan Youth,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.