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 Panama and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Copenhagen.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Joyce Sims to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
The Durutti Column,
Deepchord,
Fatback Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Steve Hackett,
Maurizio,
Absolute Body Control,
The Buckinghams,
La Düsseldorf,
Rekid,
Man Parrish,
The Cure,
Rosa Yemen,
Radiohead,
OOIOO,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Toasters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nirvana,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cameo,
Arab on Radar,
Half Japanese,
Ronnie Foster,
The Slits,
Unwound,
The Blackbyrds,
Kas Product,
Swell Maps,
Young Marble Giants,
Peter & Gordon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Terrestrial Tones,
PIL,
The Doors,
Stiv Bators,
Roy Ayers,
Susan Cadogan,
Depeche Mode,
Saccharine Trust,
Soul II Soul,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Severed Heads,
The Stooges,
Electric Prunes,
Brand Nubian,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Anakelly,
Goldenarms,
The Beau Brummels,
Scott Walker,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Theoretical Girls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ornette Coleman,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.