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 Sri Lanka and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Mummies to the punk 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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Erasure,
Youth Brigade,
The J.B.'s,
Guru Guru,
Junior Murvin,
The Mummies,
Jesper Dahlback,
Half Japanese,
Ornette Coleman,
Mad Mike,
The Buckinghams,
the Swans,
Man Parrish,
The Kinks,
Talk Talk,
Bill Wells,
Sonny Sharrock,
New Order,
Jeff Lynne,
Royal Trux,
Sam Rivers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Slick Rick,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sight & Sound,
Pulsallama,
John Foxx,
Todd Rundgren,
48th St. Collective,
Amazonics,
Albert Ayler,
Adolescents,
Ronan,
EPMD,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Standells,
The Last Poets,
Kas Product,
Whodini,
Sixth Finger,
Dennis Brown,
The Wake,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Zero Boys,
The Sound,
Wings,
Janne Schatter,
Sound Behaviour,
Model 500,
Interpol,
Zapp,
Flipper,
Tears for Fears,
Davy DMX,
Robert Wyatt,
U.S. Maple,
Bobby Womack,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marvin Gaye,
Colin Newman,
Soft Cell,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.