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 Belgium and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Yusef Lateef to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a linndrum and a theremin 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 oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
A Certain Ratio,
FM Einheit,
Parry Music,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fluxion,
Jerry Gold Smith,
EPMD,
Pere Ubu,
Don Cherry,
Agitation Free,
Dorothy Ashby,
Duran Duran,
Vainqueur,
Bronski Beat,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ohio Players,
Matthew Halsall,
The Cramps,
The Victims,
Letta Mbulu,
KRS-One,
Accadde A,
Main Source,
Monks,
Robert Görl,
Jerry's Kids,
Model 500,
Lower 48,
Skarface,
Stereo Dub,
Jacob Miller,
Subhumans,
Faust,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scan 7,
Jacques Brel,
Intrusion,
Black Moon,
D'Angelo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Radiopuhelimet,
Au Pairs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ultra Naté,
Tom Boy,
Pierre Henry,
Rites of Spring,
The Human League,
Rekid,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Flag,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Alice Coltrane,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
DNA,
Alphaville,
Saccharine Trust,
Ronnie Foster,
Newcleus,
Easy Going,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.