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 Botswana and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Toronto.
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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 The Velvet Underground to the techno 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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Eric Copeland record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Rekid,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lou Reed,
Bauhaus,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gerry Rafferty,
Minnie Riperton,
The Gladiators,
Silicon Teens,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Tres Demented,
Howard Jones,
The Move,
Parry Music,
Soft Cell,
The Count Five,
The United States of America,
Sight & Sound,
Smog,
Cal Tjader,
Dual Sessions,
Boz Scaggs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Golliwogs,
Absolute Body Control,
The Blues Magoos,
Glambeats Corp.,
Radio Birdman,
These Immortal Souls,
Dark Day,
World's Most,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Terry Callier,
Eric Dolphy,
Yazoo,
Excepter,
David McCallum,
Saccharine Trust,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sarah Menescal,
In Retrospect,
Minny Pops,
Symarip,
Easy Going,
New York Dolls,
Pole,
Bobby Sherman,
Mad Mike,
The Sound,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
DJ Sneak,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Motorama,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wally Richardson,
Moby Grape,
Funky Four + One,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.