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 Nigeria and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 snare 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 James White and The Blacks to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Al Stewart,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sällskapet,
F. McDonald,
Alton Ellis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nico,
Crooked Eye,
Rekid,
Underground Resistance,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eric Dolphy,
Jandek,
Khruangbin,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Saints,
Glambeats Corp.,
Popol Vuh,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joe Finger,
Kenny Larkin,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ituana,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Vogues,
Swans,
Television,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Leaves,
Swell Maps,
Eden Ahbez,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Pop Group,
The Smiths,
The Velvet Underground,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Moss Icon,
The Toasters,
Joey Negro,
Tears for Fears,
Boredoms,
The Dirtbombs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
New Age Steppers,
The Motions,
Kerri Chandler,
H. Thieme,
Darondo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Derrick May,
Eurythmics,
The Cowsills,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Slits,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Divine Comedy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Aural Exciters,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.