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 New Zealand and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Goldenarms to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba 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 mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
FM Einheit,
Franke,
Pantaleimon,
Tomorrow,
Japan,
Junior Murvin,
Tommy Roe,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Evens,
Quando Quango,
Donald Byrd,
The Associates,
Stiv Bators,
Electric Prunes,
Stereo Dub,
Dead Boys,
Mantronix,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Skriet,
Albert Ayler,
Judy Mowatt,
The Slackers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crash Course in Science,
Eric Dolphy,
MDC,
Aural Exciters,
The Pretty Things,
Pet Shop Boys,
Byron Stingily,
Max Romeo,
Arcadia,
Das Ding,
Marc Almond,
Little Man,
The J.B.'s,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Barrington Levy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
CMW,
Mo-Dettes,
Unrelated Segments,
Danielle Patucci,
Duran Duran,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
ABC,
The Selecter,
The Martian,
Yusef Lateef,
Ice-T,
The Young Rascals,
Stockholm Monsters,
China Crisis,
Gichy Dan,
Arab on Radar,
Wire,
The Toasters,
Jerry's Kids,
Dorothy Ashby,
Stetsasonic,
Rapeman,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.