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 Argentina and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gastr Del Sol to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum 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 guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Residents,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Leaves,
The Remains,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Andrew Hill,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lyres,
The Slits,
Grauzone,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tropical Tobacco,
Siglo XX,
Franke,
The Gladiators,
Juan Atkins,
The Move,
Los Fastidios,
Gang Green,
Kenny Larkin,
Freddie Wadling,
The Kinks,
Interpol,
Fad Gadget,
This Heat,
The Happenings,
June Days,
Henry Cow,
Marc Almond,
Ultimate Spinach,
a-ha,
Trumans Water,
The Trojans,
Young Marble Giants,
Cameo,
Guru Guru,
Tubeway Army,
Dark Day,
48th St. Collective,
Aaron Thompson,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Tremeloes,
Reuben Wilson,
The Black Dice,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Unwound,
Shoche,
Warren Ellis,
Jimmy McGriff,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mars,
Reagan Youth,
Deakin,
The Associates,
Brand Nubian,
Sam Rivers,
Avey Tare,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.