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 Peru and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 electroclash 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
June Days,
Amon Düül,
The Durutti Column,
Subhumans,
Aaron Thompson,
James White and The Blacks,
Stiv Bators,
Young Marble Giants,
One Last Wish,
Hashim,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Minutemen,
Oblivians,
Ossler,
Q65,
R.M.O.,
Mr. Review,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Interpol,
Ronan,
Black Flag,
Unwound,
The Moleskins,
The Five Americans,
Moebius,
Dave Gahan,
Electric Prunes,
Pussy Galore,
Rapeman,
Eve St. Jones,
Au Pairs,
Tomorrow,
Boredoms,
Mad Mike,
Cluster,
Eric Dolphy,
Desert Stars,
Joyce Sims,
Joy Division,
Crispy Ambulance,
Drive Like Jehu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Barclay James Harvest,
OOIOO,
Cameo,
Charles Mingus,
Frankie Knuckles,
Average White Band,
Silicon Teens,
Letta Mbulu,
Porter Ricks,
Fluxion,
Depeche Mode,
Das Ding,
Tubeway Army,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wolf Eyes,
This Heat,
The American Breed,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.