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 Iran and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Fat Boys to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Joy Division,
Johnny Osbourne,
Arthur Verocai,
ABBA,
Hoover,
Derrick Morgan,
Arab on Radar,
Albert Ayler,
Stereo Dub,
Oblivians,
Echospace,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fortunes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cymande,
Minutemen,
JFA,
Deakin,
Youth Brigade,
Donald Byrd,
Bush Tetras,
8 Eyed Spy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Funkadelic,
Chris Corsano,
Cal Tjader,
Goldenarms,
Tubeway Army,
F. McDonald,
Terrestrial Tones,
Minnie Riperton,
Lindisfarne,
The Blues Magoos,
the Swans,
Mad Mike,
Das Ding,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Crime,
Nick Fraelich,
Mars,
The Gladiators,
The Star Department,
the Germs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sparks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Procol Harum,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Grauzone,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Amazonics,
The Residents,
Sam Rivers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Neon Judgement,
Gichy Dan,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.