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 Barbados and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe 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 Howard Jones to the electroclash 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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin 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 guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Monks,
Theoretical Girls,
Harry Pussy,
The Birthday Party,
Black Pus,
Rhythm & Sound,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tim Buckley,
Kaleidoscope,
the Bar-Kays,
The Raincoats,
Can,
Symarip,
Severed Heads,
Cal Tjader,
Dave Gahan,
Television Personalities,
the Association,
The Monochrome Set,
Janne Schatter,
Joey Negro,
Outsiders,
Lucky Dragons,
Jerry's Kids,
Dual Sessions,
Talk Talk,
Brass Construction,
The Offenders,
Glambeats Corp.,
Morten Harket,
Gerry Rafferty,
Niagra,
The Velvet Underground,
Schoolly D,
Shoche,
The Selecter,
Slave,
Piero Umiliani,
FM Einheit,
Wally Richardson,
Howard Jones,
Jeff Lynne,
The Dead C,
Yellowson,
Blancmange,
X-Ray Spex,
Youth Brigade,
Yazoo,
Leonard Cohen,
Model 500,
Aaron Thompson,
Organ,
Adolescents,
U.S. Maple,
Flamin' Groovies,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Red Krayola,
The Pretty Things,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bobby Sherman,
DJ Sneak,
Moss Icon,
Gang of Four,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.