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 Indonesia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 The Knickerbockers to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Intrusion,
Warsaw,
In Retrospect,
Drexciya,
UT,
The Index,
Absolute Body Control,
LL Cool J,
Flash Fearless,
Smog,
Deepchord,
L. Decosne,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Model 500,
T. Rex,
Zero Boys,
Gong,
The Tremeloes,
Nas,
Harpers Bizarre,
Surgeon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
This Heat,
Black Moon,
Faust,
The Techniques,
Index,
Audionom,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
10cc,
T.S.O.L.,
The Gap Band,
a-ha,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Angels of Light,
Max Romeo,
Infiniti,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Raincoats,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Unwound,
The Moleskins,
John Foxx,
The Mojo Men,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pere Ubu,
The Dave Clark Five,
Yusef Lateef,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lightning Bolt,
Thompson Twins,
The Residents,
Ken Boothe,
La Düsseldorf,
Banda Bassotti,
The Modern Lovers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Minnie Riperton,
Reagan Youth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Second Layer,
Negative Approach,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.