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 Denmark and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manila.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Neu! to the techno 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
The Barracudas,
The Slackers,
Ossler,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
June of 44,
Byron Stingily,
Bad Manners,
Traffic Nightmare,
Faust,
8 Eyed Spy,
Altered Images,
Prince Buster,
Jacques Brel,
Lalann,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Sonics,
Howard Jones,
Pussy Galore,
Pylon,
Buzzcocks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Arcadia,
Franke,
Procol Harum,
Crime,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Knickerbockers,
The Remains,
Skarface,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mission of Burma,
Eurythmics,
The Real Kids,
Derrick Morgan,
The Associates,
the Germs,
Chrome,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Warsaw,
The New Christs,
the Slits,
Subhumans,
Rosa Yemen,
Slick Rick,
Nik Kershaw,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Roy Ayers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Can,
Silicon Teens,
One Last Wish,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Public Enemy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Urselle,
Oblivians,
Television,
Monolake,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.