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 Turkmenistan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the 808 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 Flash Fearless to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Cecil Taylor,
Rhythm & Sound,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
JFA,
48th St. Collective,
Radio Birdman,
ABBA,
Peter and Kerry,
Soul II Soul,
La Düsseldorf,
The Angels of Light,
The Happenings,
Marine Girls,
Jeff Lynne,
Josef K,
Young Marble Giants,
Quando Quango,
Heaven 17,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sixth Finger,
Siglo XX,
Thee Headcoats,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Flamin' Groovies,
Half Japanese,
Leonard Cohen,
Stockholm Monsters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
DJ Sneak,
Wings,
Groovy Waters,
Stereo Dub,
The United States of America,
Jeff Mills,
Cybotron,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Average White Band,
Warsaw,
Dead Boys,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Faraquet,
Sister Nancy,
Icehouse,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ossler,
Quantec,
Wire,
Albert Ayler,
Hasil Adkins,
Clear Light,
Rites of Spring,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sonic Youth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crooked Eye,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eric Dolphy,
Ohio Players,
The Smiths,
The Names,
One Last Wish,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.