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 Nauru and from Hong Kong.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe 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 spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
The Moleskins,
Derrick Morgan,
Robert Görl,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joensuu 1685,
Schoolly D,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wally Richardson,
Little Man,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scott Walker,
Iggy Pop,
Fort Wilson Riot,
New York Dolls,
Soft Machine,
Mad Mike,
Hashim,
Ronnie Foster,
Davy DMX,
Stiv Bators,
A Certain Ratio,
The Gun Club,
The Angels of Light,
Minny Pops,
Underground Resistance,
The Slits,
Yusef Lateef,
Eric Dolphy,
Gabor Szabo,
the Soft Cell,
The Fortunes,
Roger Hodgson,
R.M.O.,
Marshall Jefferson,
Black Pus,
The Busters,
Juan Atkins,
10cc,
Anakelly,
The Flesh Eaters,
Howard Jones,
Silicon Teens,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scratch Acid,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Peter & Gordon,
Dawn Penn,
Television Personalities,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Technova,
Television,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sparks,
Lindisfarne,
The Fugs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Absolute Body Control,
The Count Five,
Adolescents,
Boredoms,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.