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 Japan and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tehran.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bush Tetras to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a marimba 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 chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Rekid,
Guru Guru,
Monolake,
Althea and Donna,
Q65,
The Five Americans,
The Dead C,
Marc Almond,
The Invisible,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Count Five,
Todd Terry,
June Days,
Bill Wells,
Television,
Aaron Thompson,
Interpol,
Wolf Eyes,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Blackbyrds,
Ludus,
Young Marble Giants,
Kayak,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kurtis Blow,
The Vogues,
Aswad,
Black Pus,
The Monochrome Set,
Fugazi,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jeff Lynne,
Zero Boys,
Magma,
JFA,
Clear Light,
Iggy Pop,
Reuben Wilson,
The Fortunes,
Trumans Water,
Arcadia,
The Litter,
The Gap Band,
The Grass Roots,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nation of Ulysses,
Blossom Toes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Prince Buster,
The Stooges,
Accadde A,
48th St. Collective,
Crispy Ambulance,
Chrome,
the Soft Cell,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rapeman,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.