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 Lithuania and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Soft Cell to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear 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 spring reverb 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 güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
The Fall,
Mantronix,
Organ,
Agitation Free,
Siglo XX,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lightning Bolt,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Grauzone,
The American Breed,
K-Klass,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Move,
The Stooges,
Rites of Spring,
Man Eating Sloth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Neil Young,
Rekid,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soulsonic Force,
Brass Construction,
Soft Cell,
The Music Machine,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Glambeats Corp.,
Roy Ayers,
The Toasters,
Ronnie Foster,
The Monochrome Set,
Slave,
The Gories,
the Soft Cell,
Ornette Coleman,
Dual Sessions,
Unwound,
Soft Machine,
Judy Mowatt,
Todd Rundgren,
Sight & Sound,
Flash Fearless,
Letta Mbulu,
Neu!,
Robert Hood,
Joe Finger,
Laurel Aitken,
Basic Channel,
The Red Krayola,
Saccharine Trust,
The Names,
Alice Coltrane,
Pantytec,
Shuggie Otis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Drexciya,
Eurythmics,
The Fuzztones,
Ice-T,
Jacob Miller,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nik Kershaw,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.