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 Tajikistan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba 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 Delta 5 to the grime 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes 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 marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Loose Ends,
Steve Hackett,
Boz Scaggs,
Magazine,
The Blues Magoos,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Yellowson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Magma,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ronnie Foster,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sugar Minott,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
KRS-One,
Lakeside,
Byron Stingily,
Agitation Free,
The Vogues,
The Sound,
Neu!,
Gabor Szabo,
Todd Rundgren,
The Residents,
Severed Heads,
The Tremeloes,
The Fall,
Subhumans,
Ossler,
OOIOO,
Patti Smith,
The Beau Brummels,
The Mojo Men,
Unrelated Segments,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nils Olav,
Brand Nubian,
Crash Course in Science,
Chrome,
The Five Americans,
Josef K,
Chris & Cosey,
The Evens,
The Monochrome Set,
Underground Resistance,
48th St. Collective,
Bang On A Can,
Shuggie Otis,
Pylon,
The Real Kids,
Index,
Deadbeat,
Soul Sonic Force,
Schoolly D,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.