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 Nauru and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Toronto.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Nation of Ulysses to the dance 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe 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 mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Echospace,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Music Machine,
John Cale,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Gap Band,
Ponytail,
The Dirtbombs,
Deepchord,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
MC5,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Zeros,
Pagans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Knickerbockers,
Henry Cow,
Ken Boothe,
Black Moon,
Pole,
Inner City,
Excepter,
Steve Hackett,
The Searchers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fatback Band,
Marc Almond,
Spoonie Gee,
Aaron Thompson,
The Seeds,
The Blues Magoos,
The Leaves,
Rites of Spring,
Nico,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joy Division,
Suicide,
Scott Walker,
Pussy Galore,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mark Hollis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
June Days,
Grauzone,
Judy Mowatt,
a-ha,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Boredoms,
Fat Boys,
Lyres,
Agitation Free,
Bill Near,
Don Cherry,
Underground Resistance,
Arthur Verocai,
Wolf Eyes,
The Slits,
Charles Mingus,
Swans,
Neil Young,
Derrick Morgan,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.