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 Comoros and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Livin' Joy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron 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 synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Soul II Soul,
Hashim,
Malaria!,
Sex Pistols,
Anthony Braxton,
the Germs,
Dual Sessions,
Electric Prunes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Altered Images,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Trojans,
Slave,
Ponytail,
Radiopuhelimet,
Depeche Mode,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
David Axelrod,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Neil Young,
Freddie Wadling,
CMW,
Peter & Gordon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Donald Byrd,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Litter,
The Names,
Agitation Free,
Susan Cadogan,
Brothers Johnson,
Rekid,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Monks,
Amon Düül II,
Amon Düül,
The Happenings,
Inner City,
Maurizio,
Derrick Morgan,
Boredoms,
The Fuzztones,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fear,
Khruangbin,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Radio Birdman,
The Black Dice,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Cramps,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rakim,
Thee Headcoats,
Goldenarms,
L. Decosne,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Zero Boys,
These Immortal Souls,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.