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 Honduras and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator 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 The New Christs to the disco 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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 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 rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
The Slackers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ten City,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pantaleimon,
Jacques Brel,
Bootsy Collins,
Excepter,
The Count Five,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Anthony Braxton,
Derrick May,
Toni Rubio,
Ornette Coleman,
The Stooges,
Lou Reed,
Slave,
Whodini,
Roxy Music,
Qualms,
The Fugs,
The J.B.'s,
Bobby Byrd,
Arthur Verocai,
Siglo XX,
The Kinks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Icehouse,
Ossler,
David McCallum,
Buzzcocks,
Slick Rick,
X-Ray Spex,
The Monochrome Set,
The New Christs,
Chrome,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wings,
Aaron Thompson,
Soulsonic Force,
Glenn Branca,
The Real Kids,
Minutemen,
The Sonics,
Al Stewart,
Lower 48,
Derrick Morgan,
The Move,
Sandy B,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tears for Fears,
Sugar Minott,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rotary Connection,
The Skatalites,
Nirvana,
The Neon Judgement,
Boz Scaggs,
Nils Olav,
Shuggie Otis,
In Retrospect,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.