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 Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 New York Dolls to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Camberwell Now,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ludus,
These Immortal Souls,
Bobby Womack,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Freddie Wadling,
Nas,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Trojans,
Underground Resistance,
June Days,
Minutemen,
The Mighty Diamonds,
E-Dancer,
Erykah Badu,
X-102,
Gang Gang Dance,
Suburban Knight,
Vladislav Delay,
Bauhaus,
The Birthday Party,
Michelle Simonal,
Black Moon,
The Toasters,
Fat Boys,
Malaria!,
Vainqueur,
The Cramps,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sam Rivers,
H. Thieme,
Essential Logic,
Sound Behaviour,
Warsaw,
The Fuzztones,
Franke,
Sex Pistols,
Pussy Galore,
Maleditus Sound,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Susan Cadogan,
MC5,
The Motions,
Amon Düül II,
The Move,
Desert Stars,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Babytalk,
Ponytail,
Toni Rubio,
Alton Ellis,
China Crisis,
Crooked Eye,
Black Pus,
Silicon Teens,
Laurel Aitken,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.