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 Barbados and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 The Dead C to the jazz 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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Bill Near,
The Names,
Colin Newman,
Thee Headcoats,
T. Rex,
Animal Collective,
Ken Boothe,
Blossom Toes,
a-ha,
Oblivians,
Skarface,
Kurtis Blow,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Panda Bear,
Interpol,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jeff Lynne,
Clear Light,
Al Stewart,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Chris & Cosey,
The Divine Comedy,
The Fire Engines,
Bob Dylan,
The Music Machine,
Hoover,
Matthew Halsall,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Banda Bassotti,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joyce Sims,
The Star Department,
Shuggie Otis,
Yaz,
Boz Scaggs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ultra Naté,
The Knickerbockers,
Sixth Finger,
Joy Division,
Drexciya,
Unrelated Segments,
The Residents,
Section 25,
The American Breed,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Birthday Party,
Boogie Down Productions,
June Days,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Soft Machine,
Gong,
Black Sheep,
Cheater Slicks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Slackers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.