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 Guatemala and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the grunge 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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear 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?
Pet Shop Boys,
Fluxion,
Matthew Halsall,
Pussy Galore,
Joy Division,
Glenn Branca,
Byron Stingily,
Saccharine Trust,
Jeff Lynne,
Kenny Larkin,
Letta Mbulu,
Robert Wyatt,
Bill Near,
Wally Richardson,
The Fuzztones,
Man Parrish,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Brothers Johnson,
The Count Five,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Move,
Panda Bear,
Lightning Bolt,
Davy DMX,
The Gap Band,
The Dead C,
Henry Cow,
Minor Threat,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
cv313,
The Star Department,
Soul II Soul,
Bauhaus,
OOIOO,
The Shadows of Knight,
UT,
Bobby Hutcherson,
T.S.O.L.,
Inner City,
Don Cherry,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Derrick May,
Pere Ubu,
Agent Orange,
Gregory Isaacs,
Motorama,
Fifty Foot Hose,
A Certain Ratio,
Jacques Brel,
Crispy Ambulance,
Quadrant,
Interpol,
Suburban Knight,
the Bar-Kays,
Warsaw,
The Seeds,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Basic Channel,
Rekid,
Radiohead,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.