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 Solomon Islands and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Moleskins to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin 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 guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Procol Harum,
Barbara Tucker,
Cecil Taylor,
Leonard Cohen,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Seeds,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Trumans Water,
Ultravox,
F. McDonald,
Interpol,
Nils Olav,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Blackbyrds,
H. Thieme,
Prince Buster,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Blake Baxter,
Sarah Menescal,
The Saints,
The Buckinghams,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Sonics,
Zero Boys,
David Axelrod,
Flamin' Groovies,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marine Girls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Trojans,
Easy Going,
The Moody Blues,
Mad Mike,
DJ Sneak,
Isaac Hayes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Piero Umiliani,
Yusef Lateef,
Maleditus Sound,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Pretty Things,
DNA,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gichy Dan,
kango's stein massive,
New Age Steppers,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Real Kids,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Motorama,
Lightning Bolt,
Dual Sessions,
Fear,
Model 500,
In Retrospect,
Eurythmics,
Avey Tare,
Essential Logic,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Crash Course in Science,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.