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 Colombia and from Edmonton.
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 Calgary and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe 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 Hoover to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet 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 marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Popol Vuh,
UT,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Saccharine Trust,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Niagra,
Glenn Branca,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sam Rivers,
Excepter,
Basic Channel,
Supertramp,
Lightning Bolt,
New Age Steppers,
Harmonia,
Camouflage,
Shoche,
The Fire Engines,
FM Einheit,
The Barracudas,
Pulsallama,
Frankie Knuckles,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pagans,
Faraquet,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bootsy Collins,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Happenings,
The Wake,
Fugazi,
Alice Coltrane,
Sound Behaviour,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Grandmaster Flash,
Schoolly D,
Pantytec,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Hoover,
Tom Boy,
The New Christs,
Echospace,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Modern Lovers,
The Move,
Fad Gadget,
Spoonie Gee,
The United States of America,
The J.B.'s,
T.S.O.L.,
Aural Exciters,
Dead Boys,
The Searchers,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.