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 El Salvador and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and London.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Little Man 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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Clear Light,
Scientists,
The Gories,
This Heat,
The Fortunes,
Sandy B,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Raincoats,
The Invisible,
The Walker Brothers,
Ornette Coleman,
The Birthday Party,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rapeman,
Jacques Brel,
Leonard Cohen,
Yaz,
Wings,
The Litter,
Pantaleimon,
Boredoms,
Bluetip,
Jimmy McGriff,
Animal Collective,
Scratch Acid,
Lyres,
Index,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kayak,
Erykah Badu,
The Pretty Things,
Radiopuhelimet,
Susan Cadogan,
La Düsseldorf,
Camberwell Now,
Avey Tare,
The Dirtbombs,
Intrusion,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fad Gadget,
Howard Jones,
Duran Duran,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Icehouse,
Barrington Levy,
Robert Hood,
The Dead C,
Soft Cell,
Yazoo,
FM Einheit,
Grey Daturas,
The Tremeloes,
Au Pairs,
Radiohead,
Nation of Ulysses,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Angels of Light,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Harmonia,
Prince Buster,
Mantronix,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.