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 Somalia and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Barrington Levy 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms 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 a harpsichord and an organ 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 organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Monolake,
Lower 48,
Bobby Byrd,
Hardrive,
Alphaville,
The Associates,
Metal Thangz,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Echospace,
JFA,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Selecter,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Zeros,
James White and The Blacks,
Stetsasonic,
Byron Stingily,
June of 44,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Motorama,
Jimmy McGriff,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Whodini,
Unrelated Segments,
Moby Grape,
Brothers Johnson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Angels of Light,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wally Richardson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Star Department,
These Immortal Souls,
Funkadelic,
Gichy Dan,
Circle Jerks,
Alice Coltrane,
This Heat,
Ken Boothe,
Eric Dolphy,
Todd Terry,
Sugar Minott,
LL Cool J,
The Slackers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Television Personalities,
The Kinks,
Loose Ends,
The American Breed,
Jeff Mills,
Ultravox,
Icehouse,
Don Cherry,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Modern Lovers,
Hashim,
Mantronix,
Delon & Dalcan,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.