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 China and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum 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 Quadrant 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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane 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?
The Real Kids,
T. Rex,
Girls At Our Best!,
Loose Ends,
Avey Tare,
The Moody Blues,
Fatback Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
AZ,
Depeche Mode,
Q and Not U,
The J.B.'s,
Nick Fraelich,
Roxette,
The Blues Magoos,
L. Decosne,
Joey Negro,
Scratch Acid,
Cluster,
Aaron Thompson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Altered Images,
Kenny Larkin,
Average White Band,
LL Cool J,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Franke,
Todd Rundgren,
Joy Division,
The Last Poets,
Eli Mardock,
Dorothy Ashby,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Siglo XX,
Dave Gahan,
The Tremeloes,
Erasure,
John Cale,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
China Crisis,
Arthur Verocai,
Nas,
The Monks,
The Dirtbombs,
The Evens,
Bang On A Can,
Chrome,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Second Layer,
The Walker Brothers,
Eric Dolphy,
Eurythmics,
The Fire Engines,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Laurel Aitken,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.