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 Brazil and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Scott Walker to the rock 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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Supertramp,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Toasters,
The Saints,
Porter Ricks,
Godley & Creme,
Au Pairs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dark Day,
Andrew Hill,
Tres Demented,
The Selecter,
Johnny Clarke,
Funkadelic,
Radiopuhelimet,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Invisible,
Duran Duran,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fortunes,
Ornette Coleman,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Minor Threat,
Wally Richardson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Leaves,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fuzztones,
Saccharine Trust,
David Axelrod,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cymande,
Sarah Menescal,
Von Mondo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tropical Tobacco,
These Immortal Souls,
Negative Approach,
The Gories,
Eric Dolphy,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Residents,
Liliput,
Model 500,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Livin' Joy,
Ronan,
Echospace,
Todd Rundgren,
Terrestrial Tones,
Vainqueur,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
10cc,
Agitation Free,
The J.B.'s,
Buzzcocks,
Peter and Kerry,
Erasure,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.