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 Tajikistan and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Searchers to the grime 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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cal Tjader,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Whodini,
Parry Music,
Deadbeat,
Easy Going,
Matthew Halsall,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Theoretical Girls,
Cecil Taylor,
Eric Dolphy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Cure,
The Remains,
Kerrie Biddell,
Connie Case,
The Buckinghams,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Martian,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marvin Gaye,
Alton Ellis,
ABBA,
Yaz,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Thompson Twins,
Maleditus Sound,
The Real Kids,
Suicide,
John Foxx,
Y Pants,
Quando Quango,
This Heat,
Ponytail,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Barracudas,
Tom Boy,
Neil Young,
John Coltrane,
Alice Coltrane,
The Blackbyrds,
Ronan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Johnny Clarke,
The Techniques,
Gong,
Derrick May,
Motorama,
the Normal,
Tubeway Army,
Half Japanese,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Amon Düül II,
Jeff Mills,
Tres Demented,
Kerri Chandler,
The Searchers,
Terry Callier,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.