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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Crispian St. Peters to the punk 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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
MDC,
Sound Behaviour,
Pole,
The Real Kids,
The Associates,
Metal Thangz,
Harpers Bizarre,
Can,
UT,
The Count Five,
Pagans,
David Axelrod,
Make Up,
Tomorrow,
Skriet,
Erykah Badu,
Sam Rivers,
Swans,
The Stooges,
Monolake,
Delta 5,
Althea and Donna,
Bobby Sherman,
Chris Corsano,
Slick Rick,
Symarip,
Marmalade,
Magazine,
Electric Prunes,
Skarface,
Joey Negro,
Interpol,
John Lydon,
Michelle Simonal,
Pharoah Sanders,
kango's stein massive,
Avey Tare,
The Selecter,
The Index,
EPMD,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Evens,
Byron Stingily,
Nils Olav,
Alice Coltrane,
Sight & Sound,
Black Sheep,
Au Pairs,
John Cale,
Bang On A Can,
Siglo XX,
Black Moon,
The Searchers,
Desert Stars,
Half Japanese,
The Five Americans,
China Crisis,
Average White Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Talk Talk,
Franke,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.