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 Benin and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Audionom to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a güiro 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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 Mighty Diamonds,
Inner City,
The American Breed,
David Bowie,
Swell Maps,
Eve St. Jones,
The Count Five,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Flag,
DJ Style,
Scion,
The Gladiators,
Erasure,
June of 44,
Panda Bear,
Tears for Fears,
The Standells,
The Toasters,
Gabor Szabo,
Amon Düül II,
Spoonie Gee,
Grey Daturas,
Minor Threat,
Bootsy Collins,
Sonic Youth,
T.S.O.L.,
The Sonics,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Porter Ricks,
Davy DMX,
Pole,
Peter and Kerry,
Todd Terry,
Zero Boys,
The Fall,
Morten Harket,
Kerri Chandler,
Mr. Review,
Easy Going,
Dorothy Ashby,
Deadbeat,
The Busters,
Crash Course in Science,
The Doors,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Motions,
Sexual Harrassment,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Hot Snakes,
Echospace,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Silicon Teens,
Excepter,
Mo-Dettes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
JFA,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joyce Sims,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Oblivians,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.