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 Iran and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 Portland and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Althea and Donna to the punk 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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 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 a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Boogie Down Productions,
Clear Light,
Max Romeo,
kango's stein massive,
the Human League,
Swell Maps,
Pole,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Yazoo,
X-Ray Spex,
Television Personalities,
F. McDonald,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Sonics,
Thee Headcoats,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Evens,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cecil Taylor,
Sex Pistols,
Tears for Fears,
Slick Rick,
Deakin,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dave Gahan,
Flipper,
Rosa Yemen,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Vladislav Delay,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
CMW,
Iggy Pop,
Spoonie Gee,
The Last Poets,
Derrick Morgan,
the Germs,
Joe Finger,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Country Teasers,
Pantytec,
Cabaret Voltaire,
DNA,
Henry Cow,
The Associates,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
B.T. Express,
Moby Grape,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Kinks,
Sister Nancy,
The Techniques,
Los Fastidios,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Barracudas,
Oblivians,
The Tremeloes,
Niagra,
Janne Schatter,
Dead Boys,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.