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 Somalia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
James White and The Blacks,
ABBA,
Marshall Jefferson,
Funky Four + One,
Massinfluence,
Organ,
Wire,
The Knickerbockers,
Circle Jerks,
Y Pants,
Qualms,
Bob Dylan,
Judy Mowatt,
Stockholm Monsters,
Half Japanese,
Roger Hodgson,
Yusef Lateef,
Steve Hackett,
Masters at Work,
Public Enemy,
Deakin,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tim Buckley,
Frankie Knuckles,
Q65,
Moby Grape,
Robert Wyatt,
Ultravox,
Fatback Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Derrick May,
The Mojo Men,
Gichy Dan,
the Germs,
Freddie Wadling,
Al Stewart,
Johnny Clarke,
Second Layer,
Marine Girls,
Sonic Youth,
Skriet,
Smog,
The Trojans,
The Gladiators,
The Seeds,
Can,
The Remains,
F. McDonald,
the Human League,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Move,
Khruangbin,
Oblivians,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Funkadelic,
The Pretty Things,
Excepter,
Tres Demented,
kango's stein massive,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.