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 Panama 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rosa Yemen 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a harpsichord and a snare 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 güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Unwound,
Aloha Tigers,
Crooked Eye,
Scientists,
The Divine Comedy,
Joy Division,
China Crisis,
Avey Tare,
Popol Vuh,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kaleidoscope,
UT,
Janne Schatter,
T. Rex,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eric B and Rakim,
MC5,
Nirvana,
Fat Boys,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
New Order,
The Gap Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Grass Roots,
The Smoke,
X-102,
Black Sheep,
Unrelated Segments,
The Remains,
James Chance & The Contortions,
F. McDonald,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sandy B,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tomorrow,
Kas Product,
Yaz,
Young Marble Giants,
Harmonia,
June of 44,
Bobby Byrd,
The New Christs,
The Count Five,
Warsaw,
The Associates,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Mojo Men,
Brick,
Joe Finger,
Intrusion,
La Düsseldorf,
Chris & Cosey,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sight & Sound,
Second Layer,
The Litter,
Mo-Dettes,
The Fuzztones,
Eurythmics,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.