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 Somalia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 the Normal to the disco 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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet 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 güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cecil Taylor,
Metal Thangz,
Lightning Bolt,
Outsiders,
Gang of Four,
Von Mondo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Yusef Lateef,
Crime,
The Motions,
The Blackbyrds,
Quantec,
Make Up,
Ornette Coleman,
Yellowson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lucky Dragons,
Pulsallama,
Gang Starr,
Crispian St. Peters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Crispy Ambulance,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Suicide,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Flash Fearless,
Kerri Chandler,
the Slits,
Derrick May,
cv313,
The Mighty Diamonds,
R.M.O.,
Judy Mowatt,
The Happenings,
Youth Brigade,
Peter & Gordon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Skaos,
The Grass Roots,
the Germs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Stiv Bators,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Echospace,
Robert Hood,
Oneida,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Wake,
Barbara Tucker,
Sällskapet,
These Immortal Souls,
Tomorrow,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sonny Sharrock,
PIL,
The Divine Comedy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Saints,
Sun Ra,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.