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 Andorra and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gabor Szabo 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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord 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 marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Oneida,
Amon Düül II,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Fortunes,
The Cure,
Lightning Bolt,
Silicon Teens,
Lower 48,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mr. Review,
Radiopuhelimet,
Brass Construction,
DNA,
John Cale,
Simply Red,
Excepter,
Davy DMX,
Joe Smooth,
Don Cherry,
Dual Sessions,
Easy Going,
Crispy Ambulance,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scion,
Sound Behaviour,
Monolake,
Supertramp,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Smiths,
Bob Dylan,
Basic Channel,
The United States of America,
Howard Jones,
Visage,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Lydon,
Model 500,
Y Pants,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Suicide,
The Blackbyrds,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Skaos,
Matthew Bourne,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Monks,
Mo-Dettes,
the Germs,
Minny Pops,
Anakelly,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rhythm & Sound,
Newcleus,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Livin' Joy,
Ituana,
The Mummies,
Sight & Sound,
The Skatalites,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.