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 Togo and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain 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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
The Selecter,
UT,
Tim Buckley,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Grey Daturas,
Ohio Players,
The Happenings,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marc Almond,
Thee Headcoats,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Hoover,
Kas Product,
Skaos,
Nik Kershaw,
R.M.O.,
Gregory Isaacs,
Harmonia,
Mars,
Alice Coltrane,
China Crisis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marmalade,
Blancmange,
Shoche,
The Residents,
Toni Rubio,
The Dead C,
Bill Near,
Ronan,
the Sonics,
Laurel Aitken,
Pulsallama,
Can,
Los Fastidios,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cecil Taylor,
Anthony Braxton,
Freddie Wadling,
Maleditus Sound,
Sonic Youth,
Ultravox,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lyres,
Iggy Pop,
The Motions,
Avey Tare,
The Invisible,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Zero Boys,
Donny Hathaway,
T.S.O.L.,
Warsaw,
Joensuu 1685,
The Doors,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pere Ubu,
One Last Wish,
Supertramp,
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.