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 Indonesia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manila.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and an arpeggiator 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 theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Rapeman,
Public Enemy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Country Teasers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Adolescents,
Kayak,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ossler,
Boz Scaggs,
Kurtis Blow,
One Last Wish,
Zapp,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dark Day,
The Wake,
Nico,
The Detroit Cobras,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Black Pus,
Crooked Eye,
The Real Kids,
Gichy Dan,
AZ,
Crime,
The Associates,
Warren Ellis,
Nik Kershaw,
The Sound,
The Blackbyrds,
The Dave Clark Five,
Grey Daturas,
the Germs,
Anakelly,
Stockholm Monsters,
Amon Düül II,
John Foxx,
Mad Mike,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
48th St. Collective,
Man Eating Sloth,
Accadde A,
Matthew Halsall,
The Invisible,
Spandau Ballet,
Scrapy,
Shuggie Otis,
Jeru the Damaja,
New Order,
The Divine Comedy,
Gang of Four,
Junior Murvin,
A Certain Ratio,
Vladislav Delay,
Peter and Kerry,
Flipper,
The Gun Club,
Ralphi Rosario,
ABBA,
Cal Tjader,
Blake Baxter,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.