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 Latvia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Camberwell Now to the punk 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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar 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 rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
One Last Wish,
Mad Mike,
Scientists,
Blancmange,
The Dead C,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sixth Finger,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Glenn Branca,
Kaleidoscope,
Amon Düül,
B.T. Express,
John Holt,
Jawbox,
Technova,
Monks,
Surgeon,
Underground Resistance,
Ten City,
Angry Samoans,
Barbara Tucker,
The Litter,
Gong,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Average White Band,
The Moleskins,
Silicon Teens,
Jandek,
Amazonics,
Soft Machine,
Blossom Toes,
The Golliwogs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dawn Penn,
Drive Like Jehu,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joey Negro,
Electric Prunes,
The Divine Comedy,
Clear Light,
The Trojans,
Prince Buster,
The Black Dice,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joyce Sims,
Duran Duran,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Spandau Ballet,
The Zeros,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jacques Brel,
Suburban Knight,
Joensuu 1685,
Crooked Eye,
Neil Young,
Cluster,
The Fortunes,
Black Flag,
In Retrospect,
Siglo XX,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.