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 Tunisia and from Halifax.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the snare 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 Dawn Penn to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare 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 harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Soft Machine,
Hasil Adkins,
Japan,
Groovy Waters,
The Raincoats,
Silicon Teens,
Theoretical Girls,
Royal Trux,
Goldenarms,
Davy DMX,
Heaven 17,
The Toasters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cal Tjader,
David McCallum,
Soulsonic Force,
Echospace,
Nirvana,
Ralphi Rosario,
Henry Cow,
Piero Umiliani,
Arthur Verocai,
Don Cherry,
L. Decosne,
Reuben Wilson,
Jandek,
The Pop Group,
Eric B and Rakim,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Residents,
Ponytail,
Dual Sessions,
Roxette,
Arab on Radar,
Talk Talk,
Jacques Brel,
The Angels of Light,
CMW,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tom Boy,
Alton Ellis,
Laurel Aitken,
Can,
Godley & Creme,
The Young Rascals,
a-ha,
June Days,
The Blackbyrds,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
New Order,
Ossler,
Barclay James Harvest,
Magazine,
OOIOO,
Infiniti,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Doors,
Howard Jones,
Wasted Youth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.