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 Slovenia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rotary Connection to the punk 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 Residents. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro 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 theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Smog,
Fear,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Easy Going,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Stooges,
Boz Scaggs,
Stiv Bators,
Surgeon,
Black Flag,
Make Up,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Morten Harket,
Rakim,
Public Enemy,
The Smoke,
Blake Baxter,
Sandy B,
Roger Hodgson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Drexciya,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marc Almond,
Sex Pistols,
Anakelly,
10cc,
Metal Thangz,
Swans,
The Modern Lovers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
MDC,
Wally Richardson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lyres,
Average White Band,
The Trojans,
The Walker Brothers,
Can,
Nik Kershaw,
Dawn Penn,
Cecil Taylor,
Minutemen,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Outsiders,
Howard Jones,
Masters at Work,
Intrusion,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Music Machine,
Beasts of Bourbon,
ABC,
Gichy Dan,
Bill Wells,
Reagan Youth,
The Monochrome Set,
Amon Düül II,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lou Christie,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.