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 El Salvador and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jacob Miller to the rock 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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 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 rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Angels of Light,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pantaleimon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Organ,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Chris Corsano,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bronski Beat,
Cameo,
Junior Murvin,
Darondo,
The Moleskins,
New York Dolls,
Donald Byrd,
Johnny Osbourne,
Easy Going,
Soft Machine,
Neil Young,
Matthew Bourne,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dual Sessions,
Von Mondo,
Fluxion,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joey Negro,
Japan,
Boz Scaggs,
The Pop Group,
Brick,
The Seeds,
Fad Gadget,
Accadde A,
Mark Hollis,
Oneida,
The Vogues,
Bobby Womack,
Slave,
This Heat,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Smoke,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ten City,
Flipper,
Dark Day,
Soft Cell,
Idris Muhammad,
John Holt,
The Walker Brothers,
Tubeway Army,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
DNA,
The Neon Judgement,
Robert Görl,
The Moody Blues,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.