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 Albania and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Crispy Ambulance to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a theremin 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 marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Fugazi,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Monks,
Mandrill,
Black Flag,
Drexciya,
Livin' Joy,
Das Ding,
K-Klass,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lalo Schifrin,
Outsiders,
Gang of Four,
Freddie Wadling,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Seeds,
Mr. Review,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kaleidoscope,
Ludus,
Lungfish,
Sound Behaviour,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Star Department,
Royal Trux,
Kenny Larkin,
Hardrive,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Angry Samoans,
the Swans,
Wally Richardson,
Dead Boys,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Roxette,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Steve Hackett,
D'Angelo,
Banda Bassotti,
John Foxx,
Toni Rubio,
The Flesh Eaters,
James White and The Blacks,
Gregory Isaacs,
John Holt,
MDC,
KRS-One,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Barbara Tucker,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rotary Connection,
Glenn Branca,
Darondo,
The Sound,
Iggy Pop,
Audionom,
The Angels of Light,
The Tremeloes,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.