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 Chad and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fugazi to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Los Fastidios,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kaleidoscope,
Wings,
Rekid,
Slick Rick,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Silicon Teens,
Moebius,
Malaria!,
John Cale,
Arcadia,
The United States of America,
Fat Boys,
Chrome,
Bill Wells,
Essential Logic,
Scan 7,
Erykah Badu,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Underground Resistance,
Skarface,
Urselle,
Country Teasers,
Flash Fearless,
Cal Tjader,
Niagra,
Crooked Eye,
Angry Samoans,
In Retrospect,
David Axelrod,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Saints,
Rufus Thomas,
Crispy Ambulance,
Depeche Mode,
Connie Case,
The Five Americans,
Ludus,
Roy Ayers,
Jeff Lynne,
Rod Modell,
The Walker Brothers,
Young Marble Giants,
The Monochrome Set,
Gichy Dan,
Television Personalities,
K-Klass,
Black Pus,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jacques Brel,
Lebanon Hanover,
The J.B.'s,
MDC,
The Human League,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Blackbyrds,
Idris Muhammad,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bauhaus,
Charles Mingus,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.