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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
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 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 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 Brothers Johnson to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pagans,
Neu!,
The Golliwogs,
48th St. Collective,
Average White Band,
FM Einheit,
Yellowson,
Nico,
Bootsy Collins,
Banda Bassotti,
Gabor Szabo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Arab on Radar,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Outsiders,
Boz Scaggs,
Gang Gang Dance,
KRS-One,
This Heat,
Metal Thangz,
Eurythmics,
June Days,
The Evens,
The Skatalites,
Sonny Sharrock,
Adolescents,
The Stooges,
Glenn Branca,
Ultra Naté,
Slave,
Mantronix,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cecil Taylor,
Urselle,
Aural Exciters,
Gichy Dan,
The Standells,
The Beau Brummels,
The Seeds,
Little Man,
Iggy Pop,
Procol Harum,
The Toasters,
Subhumans,
Sight & Sound,
Infiniti,
The Searchers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Das Ding,
F. McDonald,
Inner City,
Sarah Menescal,
DJ Sneak,
The Associates,
Camouflage,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Anthony Braxton,
Pantaleimon,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.