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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the 808 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 kango's stein massive to the disco 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Johnny Osbourne,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Music Machine,
John Foxx,
Magma,
Soft Machine,
Mandrill,
ABC,
The Neon Judgement,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Animal Collective,
The Buckinghams,
Schoolly D,
The Victims,
Public Enemy,
Reagan Youth,
Ituana,
The Index,
Oblivians,
Altered Images,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Circle Jerks,
Clear Light,
ABBA,
U.S. Maple,
Alphaville,
Buzzcocks,
Camouflage,
Urselle,
Soulsonic Force,
Subhumans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Agitation Free,
F. McDonald,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Techniques,
E-Dancer,
The Residents,
Matthew Bourne,
Lower 48,
Siglo XX,
Y Pants,
Flash Fearless,
Neil Young,
The Human League,
The Star Department,
Dave Gahan,
the Association,
The Beau Brummels,
Livin' Joy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nick Fraelich,
Second Layer,
The Five Americans,
Bobby Sherman,
Bush Tetras,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pagans,
China Crisis,
Silicon Teens,
Vainqueur,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.