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 Ukraine and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar 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 Pussy Galore to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes 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 arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Zero Boys,
Grauzone,
The Sound,
Drive Like Jehu,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Associates,
Circle Jerks,
Todd Terry,
Nirvana,
D'Angelo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Blossom Toes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Hot Snakes,
Tomorrow,
Carl Craig,
The Divine Comedy,
Gang Green,
a-ha,
Simply Red,
The Fall,
Television,
Can,
Radiopuhelimet,
Black Moon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Negative Approach,
Trumans Water,
Marc Almond,
Wire,
The Residents,
X-Ray Spex,
Ossler,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sugar Minott,
The Cowsills,
Don Cherry,
Mark Hollis,
John Foxx,
Crispy Ambulance,
David McCallum,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kerri Chandler,
The Young Rascals,
The Moleskins,
Neil Young,
Pole,
Pussy Galore,
Stereo Dub,
The Dave Clark Five,
Theoretical Girls,
Electric Prunes,
EPMD,
The Remains,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.