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 Suriname and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Avey Tare to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ 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 linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Neon Judgement,
Soft Cell,
Mo-Dettes,
F. McDonald,
Drexciya,
Marine Girls,
Wally Richardson,
Toni Rubio,
Sonic Youth,
Rites of Spring,
Aaron Thompson,
Deakin,
Excepter,
David Bowie,
Roy Ayers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bad Manners,
Dennis Brown,
Eddi Front,
Flamin' Groovies,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kevin Saunderson,
John Foxx,
Graham Central Station,
Aswad,
Adolescents,
Robert Hood,
The Moleskins,
Second Layer,
Lower 48,
Mary Jane Girls,
Juan Atkins,
Faraquet,
Funkadelic,
David Axelrod,
Grauzone,
Quando Quango,
Cluster,
Model 500,
Tubeway Army,
The Blackbyrds,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pet Shop Boys,
Q65,
Traffic Nightmare,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kas Product,
Amon Düül,
Jesper Dahlback,
Youth Brigade,
The Victims,
Fad Gadget,
Deepchord,
The Electric Prunes,
The Fortunes,
PIL,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Audionom,
Pussy Galore,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bronski Beat,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.