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 Estonia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare 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 Qualms to the disco 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar 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 guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Adolescents,
the Swans,
Sällskapet,
Talk Talk,
Brass Construction,
Swans,
The Moody Blues,
Bob Dylan,
Cybotron,
John Lydon,
Lakeside,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Selecter,
Byron Stingily,
Arthur Verocai,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fear,
Schoolly D,
Model 500,
Television,
Motorama,
The Music Machine,
Magma,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Idris Muhammad,
Arcadia,
The Sonics,
The Gladiators,
The Gories,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Altered Images,
Eli Mardock,
The Smiths,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Association,
Blancmange,
Bobby Sherman,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ludus,
OOIOO,
The New Christs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Star Department,
X-Ray Spex,
The Walker Brothers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sister Nancy,
Nick Fraelich,
Lee Hazlewood,
Carl Craig,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ossler,
Peter and Kerry,
Sight & Sound,
Hasil Adkins,
Roxette,
Dennis Brown,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Erykah Badu,
Isaac Hayes,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.