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 Yemen and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 Paris and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator 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 Avey Tare to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord 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 guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
David McCallum,
Eddi Front,
Spandau Ballet,
Prince Buster,
Silicon Teens,
Todd Terry,
Susan Cadogan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
PIL,
Marc Almond,
The Walker Brothers,
Eric Dolphy,
Junior Murvin,
Lightning Bolt,
Das Ding,
Animal Collective,
The Martian,
Slick Rick,
U.S. Maple,
Pagans,
Porter Ricks,
The Star Department,
David Bowie,
James White and The Blacks,
Chris Corsano,
The Real Kids,
Deepchord,
Sandy B,
Pylon,
Matthew Halsall,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Names,
The Associates,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mission of Burma,
Trumans Water,
Eric B and Rakim,
Electric Prunes,
Glenn Branca,
Magma,
Bronski Beat,
The Seeds,
Lalann,
Bobby Womack,
The Tremeloes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Soft Cell,
Black Flag,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Electric Prunes,
Gichy Dan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eden Ahbez,
Sight & Sound,
Organ,
June of 44,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.