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 Syria and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Angry Samoans to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
The Zeros,
Popol Vuh,
Interpol,
Hot Snakes,
Sällskapet,
Black Flag,
Theoretical Girls,
Deepchord,
Nas,
The Moleskins,
Wings,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
X-Ray Spex,
Pole,
Marcia Griffiths,
Idris Muhammad,
Ornette Coleman,
Ralphi Rosario,
DJ Style,
Qualms,
Flamin' Groovies,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
LL Cool J,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Association,
Roxette,
The Velvet Underground,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Max Romeo,
Liliput,
Eric B and Rakim,
a-ha,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lakeside,
Susan Cadogan,
Flash Fearless,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marmalade,
John Lydon,
Rod Modell,
Minor Threat,
Scion,
Skarface,
The Cowsills,
The Blues Magoos,
Ronnie Foster,
X-102,
Japan,
The Young Rascals,
Tropical Tobacco,
Freddie Wadling,
Nick Fraelich,
Ultravox,
Young Marble Giants,
David Bowie,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fuzztones,
the Swans,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.