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 Mali and from Toronto.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 New Age Steppers to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Mr. Review,
Hoover,
The Standells,
Pulsallama,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Severed Heads,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Chris & Cosey,
Graham Central Station,
K-Klass,
Absolute Body Control,
Fatback Band,
Neil Young,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Animal Collective,
David Axelrod,
The Doobie Brothers,
Panda Bear,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Darondo,
Marvin Gaye,
Ultravox,
Saccharine Trust,
The Velvet Underground,
Agent Orange,
The Shadows of Knight,
Donald Byrd,
Avey Tare,
Andrew Hill,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Slick Rick,
Gang Green,
The Kinks,
Quando Quango,
Stiv Bators,
Letta Mbulu,
Yellowson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Yazoo,
Tim Buckley,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joyce Sims,
Popol Vuh,
John Holt,
Average White Band,
Duran Duran,
ABC,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Monochrome Set,
OOIOO,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rhythm & Sound,
In Retrospect,
Minor Threat,
Infiniti,
Amon Düül,
Soulsonic Force,
Morten Harket,
Quadrant,
Y Pants,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.