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 Guatemala and from Houston.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Vainqueur,
X-Ray Spex,
Rekid,
Wire,
The Fall,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Cure,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gang Gang Dance,
Negative Approach,
Technova,
Inner City,
The Invisible,
Suicide,
Maurizio,
Nirvana,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roxette,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cymande,
Parry Music,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dennis Brown,
Isaac Hayes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Beau Brummels,
Bob Dylan,
The Barracudas,
Saccharine Trust,
Moby Grape,
Derrick May,
Slave,
Dead Boys,
Minnie Riperton,
Young Marble Giants,
The Fugs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lower 48,
Kaleidoscope,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fugazi,
The Offenders,
The Cramps,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Star Department,
Sällskapet,
Au Pairs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ohio Players,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Section 25,
The Leaves,
Main Source,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Buzzcocks,
Sparks,
The Searchers,
Black Moon,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.