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 Italy and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lee Hazlewood to the techno 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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Associates,
Anthony Braxton,
Moby Grape,
Malaria!,
The Techniques,
MDC,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pierre Henry,
Alton Ellis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Smog,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cecil Taylor,
Moss Icon,
Excepter,
Joy Division,
DNA,
Bobby Womack,
Drive Like Jehu,
Hot Snakes,
Bang On A Can,
Aaron Thompson,
Mark Hollis,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ronan,
Roger Hodgson,
Boz Scaggs,
Cymande,
Half Japanese,
Altered Images,
The Leaves,
Kenny Larkin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Doors,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jandek,
Hasil Adkins,
R.M.O.,
Buzzcocks,
Letta Mbulu,
The Raincoats,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Black Dice,
John Cale,
Quadrant,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sound Behaviour,
Nik Kershaw,
Roxette,
Vladislav Delay,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Flamin' Groovies,
Max Romeo,
The Blackbyrds,
Laurel Aitken,
World's Most,
E-Dancer,
H. Thieme,
Sun Ra,
The Human League,
The Mojo Men,
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.