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 United States and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 David Bowie to the jazz 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Symarip,
Vainqueur,
Lightning Bolt,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
John Lydon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eric Copeland,
Colin Newman,
Janne Schatter,
The Litter,
Fugazi,
Ludus,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wally Richardson,
Rosa Yemen,
The Young Rascals,
China Crisis,
The Music Machine,
the Germs,
Spoonie Gee,
The Cramps,
Althea and Donna,
Joe Finger,
Stereo Dub,
Derrick Morgan,
Black Pus,
Eli Mardock,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Moody Blues,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
In Retrospect,
Visage,
Ten City,
Toni Rubio,
Black Bananas,
These Immortal Souls,
Malaria!,
The Cure,
The Busters,
Quantec,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Seeds,
X-Ray Spex,
The Alarm Clocks,
June of 44,
Kurtis Blow,
Gang Green,
Faust,
Sixth Finger,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ituana,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Wake,
The Slackers,
The Human League,
World's Most,
Maleditus Sound,
Sällskapet,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.