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 Czech Republic and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 clarinet 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 Ken Boothe to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a snare 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 arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ken Boothe,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Birthday Party,
La Düsseldorf,
Underground Resistance,
Section 25,
Drive Like Jehu,
Terrestrial Tones,
Siglo XX,
Hoover,
Ronan,
The Walker Brothers,
Electric Prunes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bush Tetras,
The Black Dice,
Index,
Michelle Simonal,
Grauzone,
Absolute Body Control,
Massinfluence,
The Vogues,
Lucky Dragons,
Panda Bear,
Donny Hathaway,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Reuben Wilson,
Dead Boys,
Clear Light,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Dead C,
The Gladiators,
Soul II Soul,
The Victims,
Sandy B,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scientists,
Crooked Eye,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Monolake,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Germs,
David Axelrod,
X-102,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pagans,
Pet Shop Boys,
KRS-One,
Suburban Knight,
Fugazi,
Derrick May,
The Skatalites,
Black Flag,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Funky Four + One,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.