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 Mali and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Tom Boy to the jazz 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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Copeland record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Depeche Mode,
Chris & Cosey,
Mo-Dettes,
John Lydon,
Can,
Delta 5,
Young Marble Giants,
The Litter,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Walker Brothers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Radiohead,
Lindisfarne,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Raincoats,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Metal Thangz,
Siglo XX,
The United States of America,
DJ Style,
Lightning Bolt,
The Modern Lovers,
David McCallum,
Skaos,
8 Eyed Spy,
Matthew Halsall,
John Cale,
June Days,
Essential Logic,
Section 25,
Joe Smooth,
The Mojo Men,
Banda Bassotti,
Cluster,
Glenn Branca,
Cecil Taylor,
Lower 48,
PIL,
Television Personalities,
Skriet,
Jawbox,
Flipper,
Aloha Tigers,
Zapp,
Susan Cadogan,
David Bowie,
Mad Mike,
Rufus Thomas,
Pussy Galore,
Zero Boys,
a-ha,
Rod Modell,
Chris Corsano,
Ralphi Rosario,
Anthony Braxton,
Althea and Donna,
The Kinks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Andrew Hill,
Ronnie Foster,
Average White Band,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.