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 Kenya and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar 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 Wally Richardson to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron 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 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Steve Hackett,
Cal Tjader,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Black Sheep,
Mars,
The Neon Judgement,
Crime,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kenny Larkin,
The Angels of Light,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rotary Connection,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Black Moon,
Mr. Review,
Gabor Szabo,
Pulsallama,
Rites of Spring,
The Dave Clark Five,
Niagra,
Lucky Dragons,
The Golliwogs,
Davy DMX,
The Star Department,
B.T. Express,
Sonic Youth,
The Walker Brothers,
Interpol,
Sparks,
Au Pairs,
Fad Gadget,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wings,
The Blackbyrds,
Leonard Cohen,
X-102,
Glambeats Corp.,
Visage,
The Divine Comedy,
Stiv Bators,
Shuggie Otis,
The Index,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Sound,
Cymande,
The Slits,
The Skatalites,
H. Thieme,
Pantaleimon,
Letta Mbulu,
Y Pants,
Camberwell Now,
Faraquet,
Radiohead,
The Leaves,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jeff Lynne,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.