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 Gambia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Fire Engines to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum 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 theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Moss Icon,
Avey Tare,
Soul Sonic Force,
Shoche,
Absolute Body Control,
Can,
Aswad,
Robert Hood,
the Human League,
Throbbing Gristle,
Public Image Ltd.,
a-ha,
The Last Poets,
Donny Hathaway,
The Count Five,
Niagra,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Black Flag,
Minor Threat,
Delon & Dalcan,
Godley & Creme,
Nirvana,
Prince Buster,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Maurizio,
Susan Cadogan,
The Skatalites,
The Evens,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
48th St. Collective,
Joe Smooth,
Clear Light,
Wire,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ossler,
Blancmange,
The Kinks,
The Associates,
Wings,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rakim,
Television,
The Real Kids,
Mad Mike,
Colin Newman,
The Gories,
Eve St. Jones,
Spoonie Gee,
Little Man,
Thee Headcoats,
Lou Christie,
Inner City,
Scientists,
Danielle Patucci,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Derrick May,
The Slackers,
Lakeside,
Black Pus,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.