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 Spain and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Names to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Section 25,
The Blues Magoos,
The Golliwogs,
Sight & Sound,
Warren Ellis,
Deepchord,
Smog,
Matthew Halsall,
Tomorrow,
Joy Division,
The Fuzztones,
Lyres,
The Walker Brothers,
Girls At Our Best!,
This Heat,
Drive Like Jehu,
Minutemen,
New York Dolls,
Michelle Simonal,
Crooked Eye,
Thompson Twins,
Donald Byrd,
Zapp,
U.S. Maple,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Boz Scaggs,
Godley & Creme,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Morten Harket,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eddi Front,
Carl Craig,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Soft Cell,
Todd Rundgren,
Mo-Dettes,
The Modern Lovers,
The Moleskins,
Peter and Kerry,
The Red Krayola,
the Normal,
Mars,
Arcadia,
The Victims,
Slave,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Roxy Music,
Tim Buckley,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Davy DMX,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Human League,
Sexual Harrassment,
Index,
Television,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.