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 Seychelles and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 10cc to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
The Victims,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rotary Connection,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cymande,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mission of Burma,
John Foxx,
Wire,
Rekid,
X-101,
Index,
Spandau Ballet,
Reuben Wilson,
Soft Machine,
New Age Steppers,
Drexciya,
Deepchord,
The Buckinghams,
The Kinks,
Unwound,
Danielle Patucci,
Joe Smooth,
The Gap Band,
FM Einheit,
The Doors,
Vladislav Delay,
Faraquet,
Amazonics,
James White and The Blacks,
Cheater Slicks,
June Days,
Sam Rivers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Birthday Party,
Deadbeat,
The Gun Club,
Mo-Dettes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pussy Galore,
Agitation Free,
Stereo Dub,
Cybotron,
Pylon,
La Düsseldorf,
B.T. Express,
Lindisfarne,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ten City,
The Trojans,
Ludus,
Alison Limerick,
the Bar-Kays,
Scientists,
K-Klass,
Sound Behaviour,
Pantaleimon,
Pole,
Desert Stars,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.