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 Japan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 The Pretty Things to the electroclash 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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
The Wake,
The Victims,
June of 44,
Marc Almond,
K-Klass,
The Gladiators,
Josef K,
The Offenders,
Nik Kershaw,
Amon Düül II,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tubeway Army,
Half Japanese,
Pere Ubu,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Pop Group,
Make Up,
Roxette,
The Monochrome Set,
Zapp,
Wolf Eyes,
FM Einheit,
Leonard Cohen,
Scan 7,
The Names,
the Association,
Mark Hollis,
Livin' Joy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Thee Headcoats,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
E-Dancer,
Spoonie Gee,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Brass Construction,
Radio Birdman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
DNA,
Wings,
Lee Hazlewood,
Siglo XX,
Alison Limerick,
Agent Orange,
the Swans,
The American Breed,
The Fortunes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marcia Griffiths,
LL Cool J,
Boredoms,
Ultravox,
Soft Machine,
Sam Rivers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Busters,
The Standells,
Los Fastidios,
New Age Steppers,
Unwound,
Joy Division,
Skriet,
Clear Light,
Nils Olav,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.