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 Belgium and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Halifax and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Swans to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator 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 spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Subhumans,
The Happenings,
Judy Mowatt,
Derrick Morgan,
CMW,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Q65,
Gerry Rafferty,
Freddie Wadling,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marvin Gaye,
Yaz,
Juan Atkins,
Sex Pistols,
Reagan Youth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Roger Hodgson,
Skriet,
Simply Red,
Zero Boys,
Negative Approach,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eden Ahbez,
Inner City,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ossler,
Hardrive,
Pantytec,
Crooked Eye,
the Bar-Kays,
The Victims,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
These Immortal Souls,
Chris & Cosey,
Goldenarms,
Dave Gahan,
Avey Tare,
The Smoke,
The Litter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Vainqueur,
The Names,
The Last Poets,
Blossom Toes,
The Stooges,
In Retrospect,
Fela Kuti,
Quadrant,
Maleditus Sound,
Buzzcocks,
Tears for Fears,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jeff Lynne,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Soft Cell,
Fluxion,
Qualms,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.