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 Thailand and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lakeside to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
New Order,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Dirtbombs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Goldenarms,
Lungfish,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Invisible,
Sonic Youth,
Essential Logic,
X-102,
Sugar Minott,
the Sonics,
Sight & Sound,
Tommy Roe,
Erykah Badu,
New York Dolls,
Faust,
Banda Bassotti,
The Busters,
Negative Approach,
Max Romeo,
Jacques Brel,
The Skatalites,
Cecil Taylor,
Minutemen,
The Star Department,
Bronski Beat,
X-101,
The Smiths,
Darondo,
Harmonia,
Underground Resistance,
Archie Shepp,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Black Bananas,
Gang Starr,
Nik Kershaw,
Monolake,
Rosa Yemen,
Rotary Connection,
Zero Boys,
Groovy Waters,
Rapeman,
Matthew Halsall,
kango's stein massive,
The Electric Prunes,
Lindisfarne,
Television,
The Victims,
Connie Case,
Ten City,
Yusef Lateef,
Eli Mardock,
Youth Brigade,
Newcleus,
Kas Product,
Gabor Szabo,
Jerry's Kids,
Wally Richardson,
Electric Prunes,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.