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 Ivory Coast and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Rites of Spring to the rap 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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin 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 arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cybotron,
Soft Machine,
The Grass Roots,
The Velvet Underground,
the Soft Cell,
Yusef Lateef,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Cowsills,
T.S.O.L.,
Matthew Bourne,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ten City,
Urselle,
Minor Threat,
The Fall,
David Axelrod,
Alphaville,
Scan 7,
Funkadelic,
Black Bananas,
48th St. Collective,
The Seeds,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Monochrome Set,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Faraquet,
Marmalade,
Jerry's Kids,
Prince Buster,
Bobby Hutcherson,
John Foxx,
Cheater Slicks,
Roger Hodgson,
Lucky Dragons,
Hasil Adkins,
The Electric Prunes,
Pulsallama,
Marcia Griffiths,
Girls At Our Best!,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scientists,
Unwound,
Public Image Ltd.,
Chrome,
Eve St. Jones,
Max Romeo,
The Associates,
PIL,
The Offenders,
10cc,
James White and The Blacks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Vogues,
Camberwell Now,
EPMD,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wally Richardson,
The Stooges,
The Slits,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.