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 Barbados and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Shanghai.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Fela Kuti to the crunk 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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Niagra,
Quando Quango,
Au Pairs,
The Index,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jeff Mills,
Chris & Cosey,
Rites of Spring,
Grauzone,
Unwound,
Livin' Joy,
the Swans,
The Move,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Hasil Adkins,
The Last Poets,
The Slits,
Big Daddy Kane,
E-Dancer,
Freddie Wadling,
Eric Dolphy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Siglo XX,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Peter and Kerry,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fat Boys,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Qualms,
Thompson Twins,
Leonard Cohen,
Prince Buster,
Soft Cell,
John Foxx,
Ronnie Foster,
Jeru the Damaja,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Babytalk,
Procol Harum,
Animal Collective,
the Soft Cell,
The Blues Magoos,
Stereo Dub,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Godley & Creme,
Drexciya,
Derrick Morgan,
the Association,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Delta 5,
The Grass Roots,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kerrie Biddell,
Supertramp,
Vladislav Delay,
Fluxion,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.