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 Egypt and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Slits to the disco 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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
DJ Sneak,
DJ Style,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wire,
Piero Umiliani,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Terry Callier,
Gang Green,
Sight & Sound,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Techniques,
Crooked Eye,
U.S. Maple,
Lalann,
John Cale,
Ituana,
the Germs,
Swans,
Ken Boothe,
F. McDonald,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Iggy Pop,
Funky Four + One,
The Remains,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bauhaus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Reuben Wilson,
PIL,
The Evens,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Chris & Cosey,
Zero Boys,
Bob Dylan,
The Red Krayola,
Anakelly,
Mission of Burma,
Dawn Penn,
Adolescents,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Depeche Mode,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Babytalk,
The Star Department,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fortunes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
T.S.O.L.,
Brick,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tim Buckley,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Kinks,
Wolf Eyes,
Lakeside,
Drexciya,
The Gun Club,
Eve St. Jones,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.