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 Senegal and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Dennis Brown to the grime 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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ 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 rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Alison Limerick,
Slave,
Pantytec,
The New Christs,
Technova,
Stiv Bators,
Ultravox,
The Searchers,
Pole,
Terry Callier,
The Associates,
Pharoah Sanders,
Skarface,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gregory Isaacs,
Swell Maps,
Archie Shepp,
Inner City,
Cameo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
EPMD,
T.S.O.L.,
X-101,
The Slackers,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Fall,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bronski Beat,
Patti Smith,
Soft Cell,
Ralphi Rosario,
Glenn Branca,
Davy DMX,
Excepter,
Alice Coltrane,
F. McDonald,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Robert Wyatt,
The Residents,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Red Krayola,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Outsiders,
Yaz,
Crash Course in Science,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Star Department,
Mr. Review,
Minor Threat,
Jimmy McGriff,
Peter & Gordon,
The Blackbyrds,
Anakelly,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Guru Guru,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Pus,
Howard Jones,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.