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 Mozambique and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Roxette to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ohio Players,
The Tremeloes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Thee Headcoats,
Porter Ricks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Man Eating Sloth,
A Certain Ratio,
Country Teasers,
Sam Rivers,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The J.B.'s,
Angry Samoans,
Idris Muhammad,
Thompson Twins,
Mantronix,
Sex Pistols,
Barbara Tucker,
Gichy Dan,
Roy Ayers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wolf Eyes,
Liliput,
Minny Pops,
Rekid,
U.S. Maple,
Loose Ends,
Niagra,
the Bar-Kays,
Procol Harum,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ultra Naté,
Wings,
Monks,
The Fuzztones,
The Searchers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
John Lydon,
Jerry's Kids,
Janne Schatter,
Laurel Aitken,
Danielle Patucci,
The Leaves,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Arcadia,
Don Cherry,
Faust,
Rhythm & Sound,
Hot Snakes,
FM Einheit,
The Selecter,
The Mojo Men,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Black Flag,
New Age Steppers,
Organ,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.