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 Monaco and from Milan.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Soul II Soul,
The Fortunes,
Arthur Verocai,
Prince Buster,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
New Order,
Cluster,
Pere Ubu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Hoover,
Basic Channel,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Glambeats Corp.,
Minnie Riperton,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Q and Not U,
Lindisfarne,
In Retrospect,
The Velvet Underground,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cymande,
Black Moon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soft Cell,
Buzzcocks,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Masters at Work,
Johnny Clarke,
Bauhaus,
Wings,
Brand Nubian,
Tommy Roe,
The Doors,
Model 500,
Scan 7,
Kool Moe Dee,
Icehouse,
Judy Mowatt,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Move,
Suicide,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
ABC,
Joe Finger,
The Monochrome Set,
The Tremeloes,
Sister Nancy,
Peter and Kerry,
a-ha,
Ponytail,
Black Flag,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The J.B.'s,
The American Breed,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.