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 Lesotho and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron 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 the Germs to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord 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 chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Moebius,
Can,
PIL,
Y Pants,
DJ Style,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Animal Collective,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Babytalk,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
X-101,
Eric Copeland,
Marvin Gaye,
Massinfluence,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Flag,
Gang Green,
Henry Cow,
The Dirtbombs,
Hashim,
Lindisfarne,
Erasure,
Minny Pops,
Cal Tjader,
Sound Behaviour,
Oneida,
Anthony Braxton,
Ossler,
Rotary Connection,
Whodini,
Bauhaus,
Davy DMX,
Groovy Waters,
Archie Shepp,
Harry Pussy,
Andrew Hill,
Banda Bassotti,
Gang of Four,
The Toasters,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Soft Cell,
Nils Olav,
The Divine Comedy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
kango's stein massive,
John Coltrane,
Junior Murvin,
Lower 48,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Angels of Light,
Con Funk Shun,
Warren Ellis,
Nick Fraelich,
The Skatalites,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Make Up,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joe Finger,
Ten City,
Soul II Soul,
a-ha,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.