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 Tajikistan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band 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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Roxy Music,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roxette,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Liliput,
Desert Stars,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Moody Blues,
Drive Like Jehu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Skriet,
Gang Green,
Derrick May,
The Count Five,
The Gun Club,
The Doors,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Albert Ayler,
Goldenarms,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Massinfluence,
Rufus Thomas,
the Germs,
Yellowson,
Delta 5,
Monolake,
Cybotron,
Wire,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jerry's Kids,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crime,
Echospace,
The Cramps,
Accadde A,
Bush Tetras,
Jawbox,
Ice-T,
Bad Manners,
Japan,
Don Cherry,
Symarip,
This Heat,
Aural Exciters,
Sight & Sound,
Vladislav Delay,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fall,
New Order,
Banda Bassotti,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Organ,
Boredoms,
Lightning Bolt,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Slackers,
Scrapy,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.