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 Ukraine and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Remains to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Funky Four + One,
Lalann,
Altered Images,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Section 25,
Lou Christie,
Nico,
AZ,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Spandau Ballet,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pylon,
Connie Case,
Bobby Sherman,
JFA,
Reagan Youth,
Mr. Review,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Steve Hackett,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Agitation Free,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jimmy McGriff,
Leonard Cohen,
Erykah Badu,
The Gun Club,
Das Ding,
H. Thieme,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Derrick May,
Joensuu 1685,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Young Rascals,
Stetsasonic,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
10cc,
Goldenarms,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eric Copeland,
Bootsy Collins,
Con Funk Shun,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Slits,
June Days,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Davy DMX,
Pantytec,
B.T. Express,
Niagra,
Yaz,
Terry Callier,
Inner City,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ossler,
The Cramps,
Deakin,
Wings,
Banda Bassotti,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.