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 Estonia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 Mexico City and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the disco 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb 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 synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Inner City,
The Misunderstood,
Scan 7,
The Index,
Dawn Penn,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Derrick Morgan,
Average White Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Josef K,
Matthew Halsall,
Juan Atkins,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Gap Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sun City Girls,
The Star Department,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Subhumans,
Alice Coltrane,
Cabaret Voltaire,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dennis Brown,
The Moody Blues,
Rod Modell,
Symarip,
Neu!,
Johnny Clarke,
Peter & Gordon,
The Offenders,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kayak,
Piero Umiliani,
Stereo Dub,
Lower 48,
Dorothy Ashby,
CMW,
Boz Scaggs,
ABBA,
Idris Muhammad,
FM Einheit,
Motorama,
The Mummies,
Marine Girls,
Can,
The Searchers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Oblivians,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Black Flag,
Rhythm & Sound,
Adolescents,
Warren Ellis,
Sällskapet,
Bauhaus,
Sight & Sound,
Bluetip,
Blake Baxter,
Quadrant,
Suburban Knight,
Archie Shepp,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.