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 Andorra and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a sitar 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 arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
The Sisters of Mercy,
New York Dolls,
Deadbeat,
Bob Dylan,
The Walker Brothers,
Kurtis Blow,
Eric B and Rakim,
In Retrospect,
The Busters,
The Five Americans,
Cecil Taylor,
T.S.O.L.,
Bluetip,
Marshall Jefferson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Funky Four + One,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Barracudas,
Con Funk Shun,
Lou Reed,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Doobie Brothers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scion,
Avey Tare,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joy Division,
Grauzone,
Harmonia,
Faust,
Aloha Tigers,
Freddie Wadling,
The Birthday Party,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Selecter,
Excepter,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Archie Shepp,
Fat Boys,
John Foxx,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Camberwell Now,
Brass Construction,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Fire Engines,
Second Layer,
Thee Headcoats,
Sister Nancy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Infiniti,
H. Thieme,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Leaves,
Soft Machine,
Moebius,
Pere Ubu,
Nick Fraelich,
Clear Light,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.