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 Germany 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Eric B and Rakim to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare 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 guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Peter and Kerry,
Arthur Verocai,
Lungfish,
Cheater Slicks,
Arab on Radar,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Circle Jerks,
Gong,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Davy DMX,
The Doobie Brothers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Schoolly D,
Agent Orange,
Lou Reed,
This Heat,
The Standells,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Qualms,
Whodini,
The Cramps,
Charles Mingus,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Bananas,
Janne Schatter,
New York Dolls,
Ken Boothe,
Judy Mowatt,
Sonic Youth,
Minor Threat,
Lalann,
the Normal,
Delta 5,
Todd Terry,
The Neon Judgement,
Roger Hodgson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jeff Mills,
Lou Christie,
Nik Kershaw,
the Human League,
The Zeros,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Soul Sonic Force,
Japan,
Bad Manners,
The Motions,
Stiv Bators,
Glenn Branca,
The Happenings,
The J.B.'s,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Big Daddy Kane,
Patti Smith,
The Busters,
Can,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.