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 Cape Verde and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Calgary.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Brick to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer 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 organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Can,
Shuggie Otis,
Jacques Brel,
Sandy B,
Nik Kershaw,
Judy Mowatt,
Scrapy,
Unrelated Segments,
Magazine,
DJ Style,
Moebius,
L. Decosne,
Franke,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Saints,
Depeche Mode,
CMW,
Chris Corsano,
Jandek,
The Young Rascals,
The Victims,
Surgeon,
Cameo,
The Dead C,
The Moleskins,
Arcadia,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Echospace,
Dual Sessions,
AZ,
Niagra,
Joensuu 1685,
The Last Poets,
Amon Düül,
Johnny Clarke,
The Slits,
Soul Sonic Force,
Flash Fearless,
Public Image Ltd.,
X-Ray Spex,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mr. Review,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Doors,
Bronski Beat,
Lou Christie,
Scion,
The Cramps,
Theoretical Girls,
Roxette,
Newcleus,
Quantec,
Technova,
The Cure,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gang Gang Dance,
Matthew Bourne,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.