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 Ethiopia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin 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 snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Harmonia,
Main Source,
Roger Hodgson,
Connie Case,
Joe Finger,
Nirvana,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Doobie Brothers,
Blake Baxter,
New Order,
The Star Department,
Soul II Soul,
Sight & Sound,
Flipper,
Bang On A Can,
Minor Threat,
Crime,
Bauhaus,
MC5,
It's A Beautiful Day,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Saints,
The Residents,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Fugs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Symarip,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Slits,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Beau Brummels,
Thee Headcoats,
FM Einheit,
Skriet,
Hot Snakes,
John Lydon,
Icehouse,
Rapeman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Parry Music,
Colin Newman,
Depeche Mode,
Bob Dylan,
The Gap Band,
Porter Ricks,
The American Breed,
Eli Mardock,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Martian,
The Cure,
The Invisible,
The Raincoats,
Brothers Johnson,
Anthony Braxton,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Skaos,
Ten City,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scott Walker,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.