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 Senegal and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Brothers Johnson to the grime 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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and an oboe 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?
The J.B.'s,
Terry Callier,
Skriet,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Smoke,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Outsiders,
Jacob Miller,
Gang of Four,
Monolake,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Aaron Thompson,
James White and The Blacks,
the Human League,
Symarip,
Janne Schatter,
X-101,
Amazonics,
The Angels of Light,
Franke,
Suburban Knight,
Slick Rick,
Arcadia,
Bizarre Inc.,
Soulsonic Force,
Jerry's Kids,
The Music Machine,
The Golliwogs,
Eurythmics,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Suicide,
Oneida,
Chris Corsano,
Mantronix,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pussy Galore,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Monochrome Set,
Organ,
Minutemen,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Infiniti,
Crooked Eye,
Shuggie Otis,
Fugazi,
Donald Byrd,
Simply Red,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Leaves,
June of 44,
Mars,
Monks,
Deepchord,
AZ,
New York Dolls,
Eddi Front,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.