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 Ivory Coast and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer 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 theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Kerrie Biddell,
Silicon Teens,
FM Einheit,
Faust,
Matthew Bourne,
Lebanon Hanover,
Flash Fearless,
Niagra,
Jacob Miller,
Sun Ra,
Quando Quango,
The Grass Roots,
New Order,
Boz Scaggs,
Mars,
Sexual Harrassment,
Skarface,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Arab on Radar,
Minutemen,
Lungfish,
The Moody Blues,
Infiniti,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sam Rivers,
Bauhaus,
Todd Rundgren,
Japan,
Hardrive,
Easy Going,
Con Funk Shun,
Newcleus,
Saccharine Trust,
Prince Buster,
Panda Bear,
Kevin Saunderson,
Television Personalities,
Nas,
The Remains,
The Walker Brothers,
Donald Byrd,
Scrapy,
The Motions,
Derrick May,
Mo-Dettes,
E-Dancer,
The Cure,
Robert Wyatt,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tomorrow,
Joe Smooth,
The Toasters,
Bob Dylan,
Tom Boy,
The Techniques,
Graham Central Station,
The Flesh Eaters,
Circle Jerks,
K-Klass,
The Doobie Brothers,
Brass Construction,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.