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 Yemen and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Vogues to the punk 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a theremin 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Bobby Womack,
Al Stewart,
DJ Sneak,
Slick Rick,
Jimmy McGriff,
The J.B.'s,
F. McDonald,
Pantytec,
The Motions,
Peter and Kerry,
X-101,
The Dead C,
John Lydon,
The American Breed,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
John Foxx,
Althea and Donna,
the Slits,
Moebius,
Anakelly,
Bauhaus,
Bluetip,
Roger Hodgson,
Pere Ubu,
Goldenarms,
Pole,
Colin Newman,
Gang Starr,
Archie Shepp,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Blues Magoos,
Camberwell Now,
UT,
Hasil Adkins,
Au Pairs,
Matthew Bourne,
Pagans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Monolake,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ronnie Foster,
The Count Five,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lalann,
Brothers Johnson,
Crash Course in Science,
Bronski Beat,
Can,
Talk Talk,
Dual Sessions,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Associates,
Maurizio,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Magazine,
The Last Poets,
Minny Pops,
Tomorrow,
T. Rex,
Excepter,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.