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 Germany and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Calgary.
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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the funk 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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Grandmaster Flash,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Amon Düül,
Guru Guru,
The Skatalites,
Simply Red,
Pulsallama,
UT,
The Walker Brothers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Morten Harket,
Television Personalities,
Drexciya,
Darondo,
Jawbox,
Alton Ellis,
Eric Dolphy,
Masters at Work,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mad Mike,
Connie Case,
This Heat,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Fall,
Hasil Adkins,
The Seeds,
Beasts of Bourbon,
X-101,
The Five Americans,
The Monochrome Set,
Lindisfarne,
Easy Going,
Scan 7,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
FM Einheit,
The Red Krayola,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Underground Resistance,
Anakelly,
The Count Five,
PIL,
The Selecter,
Chris & Cosey,
U.S. Maple,
DJ Sneak,
The Happenings,
Pantytec,
Mantronix,
Slick Rick,
Rotary Connection,
Fugazi,
John Cale,
Tomorrow,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nick Fraelich,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Smiths,
Eric Copeland,
Yazoo,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.