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 Haiti and from Spokane.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 New Christs to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin 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 mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Warren Ellis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Letta Mbulu,
Charles Mingus,
Procol Harum,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Shoche,
the Association,
The Zeros,
Yazoo,
The Neon Judgement,
Minutemen,
Oneida,
Boogie Down Productions,
Organ,
Thee Headcoats,
Dawn Penn,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Inner City,
Lightning Bolt,
The Real Kids,
Suicide,
The Leaves,
Yaz,
Bobby Womack,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eve St. Jones,
Marc Almond,
Nick Fraelich,
The Seeds,
June Days,
Chrome,
Don Cherry,
Marcia Griffiths,
Silicon Teens,
Lalann,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Stereo Dub,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Cramps,
Ultimate Spinach,
Faraquet,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Outsiders,
The Associates,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Star Department,
The Doors,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nils Olav,
Andrew Hill,
Kool Moe Dee,
Quando Quango,
The Monochrome Set,
Infiniti,
Juan Atkins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marvin Gaye,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.