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 Bangladesh and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar 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 Residents to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron 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 harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Lindisfarne,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lungfish,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Five Americans,
Sun City Girls,
Sällskapet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Con Funk Shun,
Tres Demented,
The Beau Brummels,
T. Rex,
Roger Hodgson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
A Certain Ratio,
Drive Like Jehu,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Gap Band,
Talk Talk,
Chris Corsano,
Guru Guru,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ten City,
the Human League,
Marc Almond,
Barrington Levy,
Josef K,
Jawbox,
Aaron Thompson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rakim,
Rufus Thomas,
Blancmange,
Scrapy,
Mission of Burma,
Carl Craig,
John Holt,
LL Cool J,
Camberwell Now,
Pantytec,
10cc,
Bauhaus,
The Gun Club,
Soul II Soul,
Jacob Miller,
World's Most,
Pet Shop Boys,
Don Cherry,
The Victims,
The Busters,
Ken Boothe,
Japan,
Kerri Chandler,
Sound Behaviour,
Buzzcocks,
Hasil Adkins,
Sandy B,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
MDC,
Black Bananas,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.