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 Latvia and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Cheater Slicks to the rock 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin 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 a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Man Parrish,
Eddi Front,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Von Mondo,
The Pretty Things,
Anthony Braxton,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rufus Thomas,
The Fall,
The J.B.'s,
Quadrant,
Brothers Johnson,
Alice Coltrane,
Gang Starr,
John Cale,
Silicon Teens,
Erasure,
Jawbox,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Derrick Morgan,
Dark Day,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nik Kershaw,
Swell Maps,
Danielle Patucci,
Theoretical Girls,
X-Ray Spex,
T.S.O.L.,
Byron Stingily,
Black Pus,
The Divine Comedy,
Main Source,
Amazonics,
Minor Threat,
Altered Images,
Fela Kuti,
Derrick May,
Agent Orange,
Matthew Halsall,
Marine Girls,
Visage,
Althea and Donna,
Excepter,
This Heat,
Joe Finger,
Stereo Dub,
Harry Pussy,
Cecil Taylor,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gang Green,
Barclay James Harvest,
Black Flag,
Heaven 17,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Oblivians,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.