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 Moldova and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Joey Negro to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a mellotron 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 spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Parry Music,
The Monks,
Reagan Youth,
Electric Prunes,
Joe Finger,
Unrelated Segments,
Young Marble Giants,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Desert Stars,
Underground Resistance,
Babytalk,
Sparks,
Jandek,
Boogie Down Productions,
Urselle,
Shuggie Otis,
Crash Course in Science,
New Age Steppers,
Essential Logic,
New Order,
Joensuu 1685,
Metal Thangz,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eric Dolphy,
Boz Scaggs,
Al Stewart,
Lindisfarne,
Quando Quango,
Crime,
The Detroit Cobras,
These Immortal Souls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Chris Corsano,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Delta 5,
Icehouse,
Angry Samoans,
The New Christs,
Make Up,
Stockholm Monsters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sonny Sharrock,
The Dirtbombs,
the Normal,
Skaos,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Cowsills,
The Last Poets,
Warsaw,
Warren Ellis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Motions,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Pop Group,
Dark Day,
The Busters,
Minny Pops,
Marine Girls,
Ronan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kaleidoscope,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.