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 South Africa and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gregory Isaacs to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Vainqueur,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cymande,
Guru Guru,
Absolute Body Control,
The Toasters,
The New Christs,
Porter Ricks,
The Sound,
Agent Orange,
Harmonia,
Patti Smith,
Unrelated Segments,
The Modern Lovers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Underground Resistance,
Liliput,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Busters,
Lakeside,
Oblivians,
Juan Atkins,
Connie Case,
Kerri Chandler,
Deakin,
Urselle,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Saccharine Trust,
John Holt,
Lungfish,
Crash Course in Science,
Desert Stars,
The Raincoats,
Excepter,
Trumans Water,
Metal Thangz,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wolf Eyes,
Cluster,
Mo-Dettes,
Aaron Thompson,
Theoretical Girls,
Tears for Fears,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Aswad,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sunsets and Hearts,
a-ha,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Funky Four + One,
Gerry Rafferty,
MC5,
Donald Byrd,
B.T. Express,
The Fire Engines,
Pantytec,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.