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 Peru and from Winnipeg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 United States of America to the electroclash 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer 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 snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Flash Fearless,
Patti Smith,
Aswad,
the Fania All-Stars,
Terry Callier,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Trojans,
Smog,
Black Sheep,
Mo-Dettes,
Bang On A Can,
Y Pants,
The Beau Brummels,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rites of Spring,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Newcleus,
Circle Jerks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sam Rivers,
X-101,
Minor Threat,
Accadde A,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
In Retrospect,
Ash Ra Tempel,
UT,
Babytalk,
Amon Düül II,
Soul II Soul,
Niagra,
Suburban Knight,
Ornette Coleman,
Crispian St. Peters,
Barbara Tucker,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Victims,
Glenn Branca,
Rhythm & Sound,
Subhumans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
MDC,
Fat Boys,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Motions,
Monks,
Moby Grape,
Masters at Work,
Hoover,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tomorrow,
Radio Birdman,
Slave,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Gil Scott Heron,
Chris & Cosey,
The Monochrome Set,
Brand Nubian,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.