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 Argentina and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Donald Fagen 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 Sight & Sound to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Gun Club,
June Days,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
David McCallum,
Sun Ra,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Motorama,
Dark Day,
The Trojans,
Arthur Verocai,
Fear,
Con Funk Shun,
Gichy Dan,
Magma,
Mo-Dettes,
Model 500,
Q65,
Spandau Ballet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Pole,
Khruangbin,
Pet Shop Boys,
Section 25,
Graham Central Station,
Oneida,
Wally Richardson,
the Normal,
The Techniques,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eddi Front,
Fluxion,
Au Pairs,
Laurel Aitken,
Camouflage,
Cluster,
Supertramp,
Freddie Wadling,
Rufus Thomas,
Vladislav Delay,
Radiohead,
Ossler,
Flash Fearless,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Anakelly,
The Barracudas,
Lucky Dragons,
Rakim,
Unrelated Segments,
Hoover,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gang of Four,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Reagan Youth,
Eden Ahbez,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Piero Umiliani,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.