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 Dominica and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Donald Fagen 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 Crispy Ambulance to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro 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 theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Das Ding,
Donald Byrd,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jacques Brel,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Velvet Underground,
The Raincoats,
Scan 7,
Joe Smooth,
Andrew Hill,
Anthony Braxton,
The Moody Blues,
Wally Richardson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Invisible,
The United States of America,
La Düsseldorf,
Gang Green,
Con Funk Shun,
Magazine,
Alison Limerick,
Amon Düül,
Yusef Lateef,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
MC5,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Remains,
Qualms,
Kas Product,
K-Klass,
Infiniti,
Terry Callier,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Parry Music,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lungfish,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Crispian St. Peters,
Model 500,
Pagans,
Icehouse,
Robert Wyatt,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Misunderstood,
The Motions,
The Names,
Mars,
Mantronix,
Man Eating Sloth,
ABC,
Aloha Tigers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Moby Grape,
Spandau Ballet,
Absolute Body Control,
Alice Coltrane,
Lindisfarne,
kango's stein massive,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.