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 Colombia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Halifax.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fat Boys to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar 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 synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joe Finger,
Audionom,
The Human League,
The Misunderstood,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dennis Brown,
The Divine Comedy,
Ossler,
Moss Icon,
Malaria!,
Angry Samoans,
Jawbox,
Jimmy McGriff,
John Holt,
Metal Thangz,
Popol Vuh,
The Cure,
Negative Approach,
Slave,
Pharoah Sanders,
Girls At Our Best!,
Boredoms,
Throbbing Gristle,
Stockholm Monsters,
Andrew Hill,
Scratch Acid,
Henry Cow,
Lalo Schifrin,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kaleidoscope,
Quantec,
Reagan Youth,
Tim Buckley,
Public Enemy,
Sun Ra,
The Durutti Column,
The Wake,
The Smoke,
The American Breed,
Sex Pistols,
Eddi Front,
Swans,
Loose Ends,
The Pop Group,
Bill Wells,
Banda Bassotti,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gastr Del Sol,
Suicide,
Ken Boothe,
Kerrie Biddell,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Inner City,
Reuben Wilson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Harry Pussy,
Panda Bear,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.