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 Benin and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Newcleus to the funk 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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro 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 linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
China Crisis,
Hoover,
Chrome,
Hashim,
The Moody Blues,
Gregory Isaacs,
June Days,
Aaron Thompson,
Dave Gahan,
Desert Stars,
the Human League,
The Fall,
Soulsonic Force,
The Moleskins,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wolf Eyes,
Ludus,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Normal,
Soft Machine,
The Music Machine,
Godley & Creme,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Aloha Tigers,
Quadrant,
Nils Olav,
The Grass Roots,
Lalann,
Second Layer,
Bobby Womack,
ABBA,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eve St. Jones,
Donald Byrd,
Scion,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Blackbyrds,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Barrington Levy,
Jacques Brel,
New Order,
The Vogues,
The Real Kids,
Excepter,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Evens,
Simply Red,
Pere Ubu,
The Seeds,
Mantronix,
Moebius,
Alice Coltrane,
Pharoah Sanders,
Brass Construction,
Avey Tare,
Supertramp,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The American Breed,
the Slits,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.