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 Thailand and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Alphaville to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Deakin,
The Fuzztones,
Television,
The Gladiators,
Nico,
Gabor Szabo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Con Funk Shun,
Livin' Joy,
Guru Guru,
Altered Images,
Icehouse,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Freddie Wadling,
Niagra,
The Busters,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Smiths,
Kevin Saunderson,
Byron Stingily,
Joyce Sims,
The Residents,
The Shadows of Knight,
Severed Heads,
Toni Rubio,
Pharoah Sanders,
Alice Coltrane,
Dave Gahan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Buzzcocks,
Bootsy Collins,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tomorrow,
Danielle Patucci,
The Victims,
Trumans Water,
Minor Threat,
Alton Ellis,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Urselle,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wasted Youth,
Derrick May,
The Selecter,
Alison Limerick,
The Invisible,
Deadbeat,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Stiv Bators,
Ludus,
Junior Murvin,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Brand Nubian,
Mad Mike,
Cluster,
Popol Vuh,
The J.B.'s,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.