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 Nauru and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Todd Rundgren to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Massinfluence,
Scratch Acid,
EPMD,
Amazonics,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ultra Naté,
Sandy B,
Bob Dylan,
The Grass Roots,
The Victims,
Idris Muhammad,
Tommy Roe,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
AZ,
The Mojo Men,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tres Demented,
Monolake,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hot Snakes,
Robert Görl,
Deepchord,
Ornette Coleman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
B.T. Express,
The Count Five,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
David Bowie,
Donald Byrd,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The New Christs,
Derrick May,
The Slits,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bobby Womack,
48th St. Collective,
Cymande,
The American Breed,
These Immortal Souls,
Simply Red,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bang On A Can,
Fugazi,
The Knickerbockers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Japan,
Tim Buckley,
The Moody Blues,
Flash Fearless,
Chris & Cosey,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Pretty Things,
Make Up,
Section 25,
Circle Jerks,
The Tremeloes,
Animal Collective,
Parry Music,
Mr. Review,
Derrick Morgan,
Yusef Lateef,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.