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 Bolivia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Jacques Brel to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Rotary Connection,
Angry Samoans,
Y Pants,
Bobby Sherman,
Japan,
Ludus,
Das Ding,
Michelle Simonal,
Skarface,
Altered Images,
Joe Finger,
Schoolly D,
Crooked Eye,
Con Funk Shun,
Soulsonic Force,
Kenny Larkin,
Hardrive,
Terry Callier,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Swans,
The Cure,
David McCallum,
Johnny Osbourne,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Alice Coltrane,
The Techniques,
The Velvet Underground,
Supertramp,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Pop Group,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bobby Byrd,
The Selecter,
Hoover,
Lucky Dragons,
Swans,
Pussy Galore,
Echospace,
The Litter,
Absolute Body Control,
Cameo,
Graham Central Station,
Essential Logic,
The Durutti Column,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lightning Bolt,
cv313,
JFA,
The Martian,
Connie Case,
The Stooges,
Mantronix,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Yazoo,
Byron Stingily,
Eli Mardock,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.