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 Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 R.M.O. to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
The Litter,
Warsaw,
Jerry's Kids,
James White and The Blacks,
Josef K,
Sonic Youth,
Crooked Eye,
Michelle Simonal,
The Residents,
The Cowsills,
The Pretty Things,
Schoolly D,
Roger Hodgson,
DJ Style,
The Index,
Whodini,
FM Einheit,
Parry Music,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Hot Snakes,
Girls At Our Best!,
New Order,
Bill Near,
Skaos,
Aswad,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
L. Decosne,
Pussy Galore,
Arab on Radar,
Adolescents,
Hoover,
Nils Olav,
The Misunderstood,
The Leaves,
Eve St. Jones,
Tomorrow,
Prince Buster,
Matthew Bourne,
The Buckinghams,
Lalann,
The Moody Blues,
China Crisis,
A Certain Ratio,
Vainqueur,
Minny Pops,
The Mummies,
The Wake,
Kayak,
MC5,
In Retrospect,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Metal Thangz,
Neil Young,
Nico,
Camberwell Now,
Monolake,
Massinfluence,
The Velvet Underground,
Quadrant,
Max Romeo,
X-101,
Suburban Knight,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.