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 Rwanda and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 Woodstock and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ossler,
Theoretical Girls,
Black Moon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marshall Jefferson,
Moebius,
Trumans Water,
Popol Vuh,
Rod Modell,
Tim Buckley,
Prince Buster,
Duran Duran,
Arcadia,
Talk Talk,
John Coltrane,
Minor Threat,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Moody Blues,
Deadbeat,
Malaria!,
Goldenarms,
Little Man,
Dorothy Ashby,
Q65,
Hardrive,
Excepter,
Barrington Levy,
Pere Ubu,
F. McDonald,
Dave Gahan,
The Standells,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lucky Dragons,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bauhaus,
ABBA,
Circle Jerks,
Easy Going,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Slave,
The Real Kids,
Eric Dolphy,
A Certain Ratio,
Ituana,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ponytail,
CMW,
Stiv Bators,
Pulsallama,
Sarah Menescal,
Swell Maps,
Subhumans,
Roxette,
Erasure,
Parry Music,
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.