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 Cyprus and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Camouflage to the funk 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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord 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 oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Rhythm & Sound,
Warsaw,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marshall Jefferson,
Brass Construction,
Country Teasers,
Skriet,
The Selecter,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gerry Rafferty,
Peter and Kerry,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lungfish,
The Seeds,
Easy Going,
The Smiths,
Aswad,
Barbara Tucker,
Joe Finger,
Fatback Band,
Qualms,
Pantytec,
The Standells,
Rosa Yemen,
Kenny Larkin,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
David Bowie,
Lightning Bolt,
Amon Düül,
Parry Music,
The Saints,
Bauhaus,
Pulsallama,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Malaria!,
The New Christs,
Connie Case,
Rites of Spring,
Surgeon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Donny Hathaway,
Public Image Ltd.,
A Certain Ratio,
The Fire Engines,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Vogues,
Talk Talk,
Banda Bassotti,
Iggy Pop,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gang Green,
Camouflage,
Cymande,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dead Boys,
Arab on Radar,
Johnny Osbourne,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Swans,
The Real Kids,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.