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 France and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 MC5 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Evens,
Marvin Gaye,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bush Tetras,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Easy Going,
Magma,
Bronski Beat,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Public Enemy,
Visage,
Delon & Dalcan,
Brick,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Theoretical Girls,
Oneida,
Y Pants,
Sonny Sharrock,
Connie Case,
Colin Newman,
Barrington Levy,
Black Sheep,
Nico,
JFA,
Youth Brigade,
The Slackers,
Ponytail,
Hoover,
Lou Christie,
Sonic Youth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
UT,
Q and Not U,
Essential Logic,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Durutti Column,
Cybotron,
Cal Tjader,
Fear,
John Foxx,
Ken Boothe,
cv313,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Fortunes,
Isaac Hayes,
Minor Threat,
Scan 7,
The Tremeloes,
Maleditus Sound,
Second Layer,
Con Funk Shun,
Sixth Finger,
Royal Trux,
Rufus Thomas,
The Remains,
Marmalade,
Rites of Spring,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.