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 Belgium and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the 808 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 Hasil Adkins to the grunge 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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Normal,
Boredoms,
Hot Snakes,
KRS-One,
The Dirtbombs,
X-102,
Ralphi Rosario,
Trumans Water,
The Alarm Clocks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
JFA,
New Order,
Soulsonic Force,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fugazi,
Blossom Toes,
Spandau Ballet,
World's Most,
The Star Department,
L. Decosne,
Intrusion,
The Shadows of Knight,
Soul II Soul,
Scan 7,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Colin Newman,
Simply Red,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Minnie Riperton,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Holt,
Jeff Lynne,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Litter,
Quantec,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Dead C,
Quadrant,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Germs,
Radiohead,
Model 500,
Inner City,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nirvana,
Warsaw,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Surgeon,
The Fuzztones,
Angry Samoans,
Little Man,
Shoche,
Bob Dylan,
Maurizio,
U.S. Maple,
Tomorrow,
Wire,
Cybotron,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.