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 Paraguay and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Golliwogs to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Normal. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a synthesizer 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Visage,
Idris Muhammad,
Alice Coltrane,
The New Christs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Skaos,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Arcadia,
New Order,
Robert Görl,
Rosa Yemen,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Black Flag,
The Dead C,
Neil Young,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Pop Group,
Symarip,
Blancmange,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Flash Fearless,
DNA,
MC5,
Barry Ungar,
the Soft Cell,
X-101,
Pantaleimon,
EPMD,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Grauzone,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Star Department,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Porter Ricks,
Khruangbin,
Janne Schatter,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Slits,
the Bar-Kays,
Delta 5,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Au Pairs,
The Stooges,
Guru Guru,
Pet Shop Boys,
Section 25,
Pantytec,
Mantronix,
The Leaves,
Second Layer,
Dorothy Ashby,
Quadrant,
June of 44,
Ken Boothe,
Dennis Brown,
Half Japanese,
Make Up,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.