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 Paraguay and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Duran Duran to the techno 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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Metal Thangz,
Roger Hodgson,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Smiths,
Bush Tetras,
Morten Harket,
Mad Mike,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pulsallama,
The Divine Comedy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Durutti Column,
Moby Grape,
Marine Girls,
Radiopuhelimet,
X-Ray Spex,
Vainqueur,
In Retrospect,
Popol Vuh,
OOIOO,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Duran Duran,
The Neon Judgement,
Lou Reed,
The Slackers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Derrick May,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wally Richardson,
Oneida,
The Vogues,
Japan,
Amazonics,
Symarip,
Slick Rick,
Sugar Minott,
Junior Murvin,
Sun City Girls,
Joe Finger,
Rod Modell,
Stockholm Monsters,
Grauzone,
David McCallum,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Second Layer,
Tres Demented,
Cecil Taylor,
Unrelated Segments,
Laurel Aitken,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Steve Hackett,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Zero Boys,
Joey Negro,
Jerry's Kids,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Model 500,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.