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 Macedonia and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro 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 Spandau Ballet 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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Radiopuhelimet,
Todd Rundgren,
The Move,
Barrington Levy,
Easy Going,
The Golliwogs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bluetip,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Morten Harket,
The Stooges,
June of 44,
Nico,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Thee Headcoats,
Q65,
Crispy Ambulance,
DJ Sneak,
Au Pairs,
John Foxx,
Second Layer,
Massinfluence,
Arcadia,
cv313,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Moleskins,
Loose Ends,
Tom Boy,
Marmalade,
U.S. Maple,
Hoover,
Danielle Patucci,
AZ,
Chrome,
The Trojans,
The Blackbyrds,
Peter & Gordon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gang Starr,
Steve Hackett,
Grandmaster Flash,
Curtis Mayfield,
In Retrospect,
Television Personalities,
the Germs,
Angry Samoans,
Wolf Eyes,
Barry Ungar,
Joensuu 1685,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Offenders,
Man Eating Sloth,
Section 25,
Con Funk Shun,
Bootsy Collins,
Camberwell Now,
Shoche,
The Slackers,
Radiohead,
Harpers Bizarre,
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.