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 East Timor and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Busters to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare 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 a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Pere Ubu,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jeff Lynne,
The Dirtbombs,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Angels of Light,
Sun City Girls,
Agent Orange,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Chris Corsano,
Mandrill,
The Fortunes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Robert Görl,
Liliput,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Detroit Cobras,
Warsaw,
Au Pairs,
The Selecter,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Zero Boys,
Pussy Galore,
Aswad,
The Leaves,
Absolute Body Control,
Eurythmics,
The Count Five,
Swans,
Arthur Verocai,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Residents,
Scion,
The Saints,
Reuben Wilson,
The Buckinghams,
Aural Exciters,
Ultimate Spinach,
John Holt,
Arcadia,
Camouflage,
The United States of America,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sight & Sound,
Lakeside,
Oblivians,
Al Stewart,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dawn Penn,
The Young Rascals,
Tres Demented,
Y Pants,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cecil Taylor,
E-Dancer,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Yaz,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.