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 Equatorial Guinea and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 8 Eyed Spy to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and a marimba 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Matthew Bourne,
Ponytail,
Roger Hodgson,
The Cowsills,
Kaleidoscope,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rotary Connection,
Freddie Wadling,
The Blackbyrds,
Radio Birdman,
Josef K,
Blossom Toes,
Yazoo,
Brass Construction,
Goldenarms,
The Grass Roots,
Lightning Bolt,
Kas Product,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Red Krayola,
The Fuzztones,
Das Ding,
Mark Hollis,
Au Pairs,
Wings,
Kool Moe Dee,
Funkadelic,
Bang On A Can,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Residents,
Charles Mingus,
Slick Rick,
The Count Five,
The Misunderstood,
Echospace,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tears for Fears,
The Velvet Underground,
New Order,
Grey Daturas,
Steve Hackett,
Donald Byrd,
The Doobie Brothers,
Michelle Simonal,
Neu!,
T.S.O.L.,
Country Teasers,
L. Decosne,
Crooked Eye,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
In Retrospect,
Sun City Girls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eric Dolphy,
Panda Bear,
Johnny Osbourne,
Arab on Radar,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.