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 Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the grime 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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and an oboe 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 linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
The Young Rascals,
The Neon Judgement,
Basic Channel,
The Red Krayola,
Arcadia,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jandek,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Organ,
Bobby Byrd,
Tres Demented,
The Detroit Cobras,
E-Dancer,
The Blackbyrds,
Stiv Bators,
The Toasters,
Al Stewart,
Sun Ra,
Lungfish,
Yusef Lateef,
Stetsasonic,
Black Bananas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ohio Players,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fluxion,
The Moleskins,
CMW,
Visage,
Susan Cadogan,
Nick Fraelich,
Pantaleimon,
Cybotron,
Infiniti,
Depeche Mode,
Desert Stars,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Gap Band,
The Stooges,
Judy Mowatt,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Flipper,
Lalo Schifrin,
Deakin,
Connie Case,
AZ,
The Monochrome Set,
Minor Threat,
Ten City,
Pantytec,
Television,
Section 25,
Can,
Bang On A Can,
The Litter,
Althea and Donna,
Camouflage,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.