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 the UAE and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Can to the jazz 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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a guitar 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 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Average White Band,
Slave,
Bauhaus,
Duran Duran,
The Beau Brummels,
ABC,
kango's stein massive,
Sugar Minott,
Sonic Youth,
Desert Stars,
the Swans,
The Blackbyrds,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Names,
Archie Shepp,
Davy DMX,
Blake Baxter,
Technova,
Joyce Sims,
Arab on Radar,
Matthew Bourne,
Clear Light,
The Kinks,
Television,
Donny Hathaway,
Harry Pussy,
Japan,
Saccharine Trust,
Y Pants,
Scion,
Trumans Water,
PIL,
Blossom Toes,
Minutemen,
Crime,
Idris Muhammad,
Oblivians,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pole,
R.M.O.,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dual Sessions,
Tim Buckley,
The Misunderstood,
Ronan,
X-102,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fat Boys,
Aural Exciters,
Banda Bassotti,
The Vogues,
John Coltrane,
K-Klass,
Fear,
Icehouse,
Black Flag,
The Doobie Brothers,
Laurel Aitken,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.