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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Birthday Party to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a snare and a rhodes 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Sexual Harrassment,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Toni Rubio,
Eli Mardock,
Television,
the Swans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Derrick Morgan,
Mission of Burma,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mandrill,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ponytail,
Jawbox,
Procol Harum,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Count Five,
Rekid,
48th St. Collective,
Arthur Verocai,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Happenings,
Delta 5,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Deepchord,
Duran Duran,
Pylon,
Ultra Naté,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Black Flag,
June of 44,
Bad Manners,
The Five Americans,
Lower 48,
Minor Threat,
Kaleidoscope,
KRS-One,
Make Up,
Y Pants,
The American Breed,
Connie Case,
kango's stein massive,
Swell Maps,
Amon Düül II,
The Pretty Things,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Public Enemy,
Kurtis Blow,
Aural Exciters,
Grey Daturas,
The Real Kids,
the Normal,
Severed Heads,
The Music Machine,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Piero Umiliani,
Interpol,
T.S.O.L.,
Cameo,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.