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 Ghana and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Brothers Johnson to the jazz 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar 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 theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Ten City,
Rakim,
T.S.O.L.,
Circle Jerks,
Neil Young,
A Certain Ratio,
Juan Atkins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Chrome,
The Blackbyrds,
The Dead C,
Blake Baxter,
Stiv Bators,
Bobbi Humphrey,
ABBA,
Dark Day,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joy Division,
The Offenders,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Harmonia,
Howard Jones,
Matthew Bourne,
Monolake,
Niagra,
The American Breed,
The Black Dice,
Minnie Riperton,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Althea and Donna,
Letta Mbulu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Evens,
Royal Trux,
The Velvet Underground,
Kayak,
The Tremeloes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sun City Girls,
the Human League,
UT,
Bobby Byrd,
Masters at Work,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Robert Görl,
Crime,
Johnny Clarke,
The Red Krayola,
Tubeway Army,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marshall Jefferson,
Derrick Morgan,
The Cure,
Peter and Kerry,
FM Einheit,
Massinfluence,
Connie Case,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.