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 Gabon and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 Glasgow and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Music Machine to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Urselle,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Can,
T. Rex,
The Invisible,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
T.S.O.L.,
Duran Duran,
Lower 48,
Moby Grape,
Rhythm & Sound,
Los Fastidios,
The Neon Judgement,
Alphaville,
Massinfluence,
Alison Limerick,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Arthur Verocai,
Matthew Halsall,
The Dead C,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Glambeats Corp.,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Girls At Our Best!,
Vladislav Delay,
Black Flag,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bronski Beat,
The Cowsills,
Susan Cadogan,
The Kinks,
Ludus,
Hardrive,
L. Decosne,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Severed Heads,
Arcadia,
The Smoke,
Goldenarms,
Alton Ellis,
Television,
Mantronix,
Nico,
Buzzcocks,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Beau Brummels,
Zero Boys,
Aural Exciters,
Pantytec,
Fad Gadget,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Infiniti,
The Gun Club,
Rod Modell,
Underground Resistance,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.