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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Crispian St. Peters to the electroclash 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Nirvana,
H. Thieme,
ABC,
Los Fastidios,
New Order,
Groovy Waters,
The Star Department,
Ossler,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rufus Thomas,
The Sound,
Alison Limerick,
Chris & Cosey,
Chrome,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Andrew Hill,
Joensuu 1685,
Scion,
Anthony Braxton,
LL Cool J,
Silicon Teens,
Talk Talk,
Spandau Ballet,
The Neon Judgement,
Patti Smith,
Young Marble Giants,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dennis Brown,
The Martian,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Johnny Osbourne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Barry Ungar,
Johnny Clarke,
Slave,
Eric Dolphy,
Babytalk,
The Divine Comedy,
The Gap Band,
Aswad,
Average White Band,
The Gun Club,
the Association,
Nas,
The Fall,
Scrapy,
Mr. Review,
DNA,
Zapp,
Radiohead,
The Skatalites,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Make Up,
Roxette,
Aloha Tigers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Roxy Music,
DJ Sneak,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.