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 Georgia and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manila.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the disco 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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Pierre Henry,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Danielle Patucci,
The Leaves,
Panda Bear,
Television Personalities,
Glenn Branca,
Q and Not U,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Litter,
The Smiths,
Jandek,
Pagans,
The Doors,
Hot Snakes,
Los Fastidios,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Neil Young,
Traffic Nightmare,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Beau Brummels,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joe Smooth,
Byron Stingily,
The Angels of Light,
Suicide,
Althea and Donna,
The Standells,
Henry Cow,
Silicon Teens,
Soul Sonic Force,
Soulsonic Force,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Au Pairs,
the Germs,
Mantronix,
Girls At Our Best!,
Crooked Eye,
These Immortal Souls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Peter & Gordon,
ABBA,
Iggy Pop,
Laurel Aitken,
Wire,
Symarip,
The Gories,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Moss Icon,
Jeff Lynne,
Funky Four + One,
The Cramps,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Motions,
The Fortunes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rites of Spring,
Cameo,
Kurtis Blow,
48th St. Collective,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
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.