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 Slovakia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ice-T to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Sam Rivers,
Steve Hackett,
The Gladiators,
Marmalade,
Siglo XX,
DJ Sneak,
The Monks,
The Fugs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Main Source,
Bauhaus,
Dennis Brown,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jimmy McGriff,
Matthew Halsall,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Massinfluence,
The Victims,
Duran Duran,
The Leaves,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Soft Cell,
Banda Bassotti,
Donny Hathaway,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tom Boy,
Newcleus,
Clear Light,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Monochrome Set,
Nils Olav,
The American Breed,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joensuu 1685,
Mary Jane Girls,
Youth Brigade,
Little Man,
These Immortal Souls,
Erasure,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Moody Blues,
Wasted Youth,
Absolute Body Control,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lakeside,
Excepter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Roxy Music,
Radiohead,
The Wake,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Blues Magoos,
Liliput,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ultravox,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Toasters,
MDC,
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.