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 Mozambique and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sister Nancy to the punk 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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
JFA,
Joensuu 1685,
Wings,
The Doors,
Bobbi Humphrey,
This Heat,
Flash Fearless,
The Fuzztones,
China Crisis,
Lou Christie,
Fear,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Skriet,
Bootsy Collins,
The Associates,
Half Japanese,
The Happenings,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fad Gadget,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Leonard Cohen,
Theoretical Girls,
Anakelly,
Nas,
Masters at Work,
OOIOO,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Iggy Pop,
the Fania All-Stars,
Minor Threat,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Bar-Kays,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sun City Girls,
The Gun Club,
Agitation Free,
Byron Stingily,
Nils Olav,
Minnie Riperton,
Sister Nancy,
Blancmange,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roger Hodgson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sun Ra,
Johnny Clarke,
Alison Limerick,
Kaleidoscope,
Reuben Wilson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Aloha Tigers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Normal,
Bob Dylan,
Fugazi,
Eric Copeland,
Magazine,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.