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 Ecuador and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Liliput to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 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 snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Roy Ayers,
Kayak,
LL Cool J,
The Sisters of Mercy,
David Axelrod,
Television Personalities,
Monks,
Magma,
June of 44,
Intrusion,
Sparks,
John Foxx,
Eli Mardock,
Rakim,
Agent Orange,
The Raincoats,
The Move,
DJ Style,
Camberwell Now,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Quantec,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Pantaleimon,
Boredoms,
Man Parrish,
Juan Atkins,
Jesper Dahlback,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cal Tjader,
Peter & Gordon,
The Misunderstood,
Black Pus,
The Gories,
Lou Christie,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bang On A Can,
the Association,
Franke,
Banda Bassotti,
The Pop Group,
Robert Görl,
Flipper,
Darondo,
Morten Harket,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pere Ubu,
Gichy Dan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sister Nancy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Funkadelic,
X-102,
Wolf Eyes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Porter Ricks,
ABC,
Radio Birdman,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.