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 Equatorial Guinea and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Seeds to the disco 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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator 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 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sandy B,
Eden Ahbez,
EPMD,
Model 500,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Moebius,
Robert Wyatt,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ohio Players,
Soul II Soul,
Wire,
Gabor Szabo,
Pantytec,
K-Klass,
Pere Ubu,
The Stooges,
Deadbeat,
UT,
Henry Cow,
Lindisfarne,
Television,
Maleditus Sound,
Negative Approach,
Sex Pistols,
Severed Heads,
Robert Hood,
Barrington Levy,
Hot Snakes,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fortunes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Crash Course in Science,
Steve Hackett,
Mandrill,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Robert Görl,
Saccharine Trust,
Rufus Thomas,
Banda Bassotti,
Can,
Q and Not U,
Deepchord,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
F. McDonald,
Mantronix,
Black Moon,
Marmalade,
Shuggie Otis,
Whodini,
Skriet,
8 Eyed Spy,
Trumans Water,
Television Personalities,
Delta 5,
Thee Headcoats,
the Bar-Kays,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.