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 Malta and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Offenders to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar 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 sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Can,
Tubeway Army,
Sällskapet,
Iggy Pop,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marc Almond,
The Angels of Light,
Jerry's Kids,
The Stooges,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Public Enemy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
June Days,
The Happenings,
Johnny Osbourne,
Stetsasonic,
Tomorrow,
FM Einheit,
Prince Buster,
Minutemen,
Terry Callier,
Mark Hollis,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gabor Szabo,
New York Dolls,
EPMD,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Durutti Column,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Deepchord,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joyce Sims,
Camberwell Now,
Gastr Del Sol,
Henry Cow,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
L. Decosne,
Ohio Players,
Albert Ayler,
The Alarm Clocks,
Adolescents,
Essential Logic,
Nils Olav,
The Index,
Gregory Isaacs,
Aaron Thompson,
Sex Pistols,
Flipper,
Mr. Review,
Graham Central Station,
Blossom Toes,
48th St. Collective,
Gichy Dan,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Slackers,
Peter & Gordon,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.