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 Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 Madrid and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator 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 Con Funk Shun to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a güiro 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 sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Gang of Four,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Human League,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Dirtbombs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jacob Miller,
Soul Sonic Force,
Panda Bear,
The Fugs,
the Bar-Kays,
Tom Boy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Chrome,
Supertramp,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Brass Construction,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Amon Düül,
Quantec,
The Pop Group,
Magazine,
Leonard Cohen,
Lalann,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Associates,
X-Ray Spex,
Roxy Music,
Sparks,
Dennis Brown,
Ken Boothe,
Groovy Waters,
Zero Boys,
Piero Umiliani,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scan 7,
Monks,
Section 25,
the Germs,
Audionom,
Excepter,
Ronnie Foster,
Pole,
Monolake,
Lou Reed,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Blackbyrds,
Mission of Burma,
Au Pairs,
Susan Cadogan,
F. McDonald,
Bobby Byrd,
Mary Jane Girls,
KRS-One,
D'Angelo,
Todd Terry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.