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 Dominican Republic and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Robert Wyatt,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Piero Umiliani,
Aswad,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Can,
DJ Sneak,
DJ Style,
Clear Light,
Bang On A Can,
Marine Girls,
Joe Smooth,
The Young Rascals,
Arcadia,
Tubeway Army,
Rakim,
Suicide,
The Fuzztones,
Nation of Ulysses,
X-Ray Spex,
The Neon Judgement,
The Misunderstood,
The Busters,
Ronan,
The Seeds,
Urselle,
Carl Craig,
Yazoo,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Chris Corsano,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bauhaus,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dorothy Ashby,
Barrington Levy,
Bill Near,
Inner City,
L. Decosne,
Black Moon,
Black Pus,
Panda Bear,
Kayak,
Johnny Clarke,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Robert Hood,
UT,
Neu!,
Colin Newman,
Au Pairs,
Barbara Tucker,
Donald Byrd,
Don Cherry,
Alice Coltrane,
James White and The Blacks,
John Holt,
Jerry's Kids,
Kevin Saunderson,
John Foxx,
The Grass Roots,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.