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 South Sudan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Stiv Bators to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Excepter,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kerrie Biddell,
David Axelrod,
The Blackbyrds,
Royal Trux,
John Cale,
Lebanon Hanover,
Frankie Knuckles,
Anakelly,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Detroit Cobras,
Von Mondo,
The Zeros,
OOIOO,
The Techniques,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
a-ha,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Kinks,
Livin' Joy,
Gong,
The Gories,
Metal Thangz,
Agent Orange,
Mars,
Jeru the Damaja,
Brass Construction,
Pole,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Terrestrial Tones,
Duran Duran,
La Düsseldorf,
8 Eyed Spy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Josef K,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Harpers Bizarre,
Throbbing Gristle,
Babytalk,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sun Ra,
Bang On A Can,
James White and The Blacks,
Chris & Cosey,
Godley & Creme,
Kevin Saunderson,
ABBA,
Con Funk Shun,
Ronnie Foster,
Quadrant,
Minny Pops,
Anthony Braxton,
AZ,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Golliwogs,
the Association,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.