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 Andorra and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Don Cherry to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord 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 guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Sarah Menescal,
Mr. Review,
Thee Headcoats,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Modern Lovers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Massinfluence,
Harry Pussy,
Byron Stingily,
Hoover,
Minny Pops,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Moon,
Todd Rundgren,
Peter & Gordon,
Donny Hathaway,
June Days,
New Order,
Intrusion,
Tim Buckley,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Chris & Cosey,
The Cowsills,
Juan Atkins,
DJ Style,
D'Angelo,
The Knickerbockers,
The Remains,
Symarip,
Laurel Aitken,
X-102,
FM Einheit,
Arab on Radar,
T.S.O.L.,
Quantec,
Agitation Free,
Skaos,
Lower 48,
Pagans,
Barry Ungar,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Soft Cell,
Sandy B,
Rekid,
Rod Modell,
T. Rex,
Infiniti,
Wolf Eyes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cecil Taylor,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Star Department,
Accadde A,
Spoonie Gee,
the Bar-Kays,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bang On A Can,
Wire,
ABC,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.