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 Djibouti and from Seoul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Radiopuhelimet 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and an organ 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 guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Soul Sonic Force,
Procol Harum,
Jeff Lynne,
The Blues Magoos,
T. Rex,
Agitation Free,
Sällskapet,
Country Teasers,
Amon Düül II,
Stetsasonic,
kango's stein massive,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Negative Approach,
Barry Ungar,
Peter & Gordon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kerrie Biddell,
Glenn Branca,
Rapeman,
Dark Day,
Schoolly D,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Music Machine,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jandek,
Aloha Tigers,
The Smoke,
Big Daddy Kane,
Derrick Morgan,
Angry Samoans,
Zapp,
Pylon,
the Bar-Kays,
The Young Rascals,
Harmonia,
Funky Four + One,
Guru Guru,
Vainqueur,
Cybotron,
Main Source,
The Victims,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rotary Connection,
Amon Düül,
Pharoah Sanders,
Q and Not U,
Young Marble Giants,
Eric Copeland,
Easy Going,
The Leaves,
Groovy Waters,
Scott Walker,
Khruangbin,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marvin Gaye,
Erasure,
Index,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.