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 Iran and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Copenhagen.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Mission of Burma,
Bush Tetras,
Yazoo,
Inner City,
Unrelated Segments,
Rod Modell,
The Red Krayola,
Lee Hazlewood,
Soft Machine,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Moon,
Scrapy,
Technova,
A Certain Ratio,
Model 500,
Gang Green,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Aswad,
Angry Samoans,
Bad Manners,
Stetsasonic,
Animal Collective,
Easy Going,
Ossler,
Essential Logic,
Albert Ayler,
Warsaw,
Fugazi,
Boredoms,
Au Pairs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
T. Rex,
Godley & Creme,
Mandrill,
Skaos,
Symarip,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Misunderstood,
The Tremeloes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rites of Spring,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jerry's Kids,
Dave Gahan,
Main Source,
Toni Rubio,
The Blackbyrds,
Cameo,
Joe Smooth,
The Motions,
Bill Near,
The Seeds,
The Raincoats,
The Knickerbockers,
The Slits,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Graham Central Station,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
China Crisis,
Bluetip,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.