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 Taiwan and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 The Smiths to the funk 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb 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 synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
The Shadows of Knight,
New Order,
Alphaville,
MDC,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Thee Headcoats,
Wire,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Gories,
Monks,
Tres Demented,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Grauzone,
Susan Cadogan,
Newcleus,
Cal Tjader,
The Modern Lovers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scrapy,
Simply Red,
DNA,
Theoretical Girls,
Nas,
Dead Boys,
The Doors,
Bauhaus,
The Victims,
The Slackers,
Sarah Menescal,
Todd Rundgren,
Cymande,
Bob Dylan,
Reagan Youth,
Sonic Youth,
Depeche Mode,
The New Christs,
Ronnie Foster,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
H. Thieme,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nik Kershaw,
Mo-Dettes,
Yaz,
Severed Heads,
Graham Central Station,
Fela Kuti,
Joe Smooth,
Sister Nancy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rotary Connection,
Radiohead,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Surgeon,
Eurythmics,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ossler,
Nation of Ulysses,
Negative Approach,
Outsiders,
Ice-T,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.