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 Cape Verde and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Reagan Youth to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
A Certain Ratio,
T.S.O.L.,
Zapp,
the Slits,
Minutemen,
Joe Finger,
Funky Four + One,
Rites of Spring,
Cheater Slicks,
Groovy Waters,
LL Cool J,
Flipper,
Marc Almond,
Peter & Gordon,
The Last Poets,
Scratch Acid,
the Bar-Kays,
The Cramps,
The Gladiators,
Henry Cow,
Roxy Music,
The Moody Blues,
Bush Tetras,
Dennis Brown,
The Happenings,
Rekid,
Metal Thangz,
Mr. Review,
Rakim,
The Pretty Things,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Traffic Nightmare,
June Days,
The Detroit Cobras,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Popol Vuh,
Soft Cell,
Moby Grape,
Silicon Teens,
Jandek,
Jerry's Kids,
Mandrill,
Terry Callier,
Bobby Byrd,
MDC,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Wake,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Grass Roots,
Man Parrish,
Colin Newman,
Saccharine Trust,
Section 25,
Barrington Levy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Alison Limerick,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.