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 China and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 a-ha to the punk 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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
cv313,
Pantytec,
Robert Wyatt,
Das Ding,
Cybotron,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Essential Logic,
Prince Buster,
Khruangbin,
The Birthday Party,
Qualms,
Dark Day,
PIL,
Groovy Waters,
Ronan,
Shuggie Otis,
Niagra,
Pole,
Toni Rubio,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Walker Brothers,
Symarip,
Sun City Girls,
Skarface,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sonic Youth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Pop Group,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Boredoms,
Tomorrow,
Q and Not U,
Heaven 17,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Warsaw,
H. Thieme,
Surgeon,
The Skatalites,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Holt,
Davy DMX,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mo-Dettes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pantaleimon,
Howard Jones,
Whodini,
Monks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Roger Hodgson,
Joy Division,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scratch Acid,
Television Personalities,
Connie Case,
The Remains,
The Raincoats,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.