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 Zimbabwe and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Monochrome Set to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Robert Wyatt,
Mission of Burma,
Con Funk Shun,
the Slits,
Marine Girls,
Sight & Sound,
CMW,
Steve Hackett,
Masters at Work,
Lower 48,
the Sonics,
Black Pus,
Fluxion,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sandy B,
Tom Boy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Minutemen,
Wings,
The Black Dice,
Erykah Badu,
MC5,
Kayak,
Zapp,
Joyce Sims,
Fatback Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ponytail,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Soft Machine,
Clear Light,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wasted Youth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scion,
Avey Tare,
Minny Pops,
Siglo XX,
Tres Demented,
The Neon Judgement,
The New Christs,
Sugar Minott,
The Seeds,
The Sonics,
Sixth Finger,
Amon Düül,
The Cure,
The Searchers,
Easy Going,
Gichy Dan,
Leonard Cohen,
The Cramps,
EPMD,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Q65,
The Fall,
Visage,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roxette,
Lucky Dragons,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Lydon,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.