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 Saudi Arabia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Subhumans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Spoonie Gee,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Toasters,
Dual Sessions,
Sixth Finger,
Reuben Wilson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Neon Judgement,
Funkadelic,
Bill Wells,
Erykah Badu,
Mission of Burma,
Wire,
DNA,
Ultimate Spinach,
Piero Umiliani,
The Young Rascals,
Ossler,
Marc Almond,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Mojo Men,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
China Crisis,
48th St. Collective,
Stetsasonic,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ituana,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
These Immortal Souls,
Khruangbin,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Thompson Twins,
Isaac Hayes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Curtis Mayfield,
Maurizio,
Fugazi,
Graham Central Station,
Oneida,
The Durutti Column,
Gabor Szabo,
The Sound,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Whodini,
Cabaret Voltaire,
a-ha,
Visage,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Infiniti,
Rotary Connection,
The Birthday Party,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rites of Spring,
Patti Smith,
Alton Ellis,
Goldenarms,
Nirvana,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.