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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the crunk 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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator 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 oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Chris Corsano,
Boogie Down Productions,
Carl Craig,
The Names,
Blake Baxter,
David Axelrod,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Offenders,
Johnny Clarke,
Colin Newman,
T. Rex,
Arthur Verocai,
Gong,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Archie Shepp,
Ultra Naté,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Divine Comedy,
X-Ray Spex,
Sällskapet,
Flipper,
Swans,
Roger Hodgson,
The Neon Judgement,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sex Pistols,
The Pretty Things,
John Foxx,
Letta Mbulu,
Tres Demented,
Pet Shop Boys,
Black Pus,
Sight & Sound,
The Pop Group,
Spandau Ballet,
Magazine,
Bluetip,
Grandmaster Flash,
Agitation Free,
Stiv Bators,
JFA,
Dawn Penn,
Unrelated Segments,
Kas Product,
Grauzone,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Angry Samoans,
Joe Smooth,
Drexciya,
Sam Rivers,
Sun City Girls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Brand Nubian,
The Cramps,
Silicon Teens,
DNA,
Gabor Szabo,
The Walker Brothers,
Jerry's Kids,
Lakeside,
Scientists,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.