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 South Sudan and from Shanghai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Spandau Ballet to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum 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 linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Dual Sessions,
This Heat,
Ultravox,
The Moody Blues,
Robert Wyatt,
T.S.O.L.,
Glenn Branca,
The Martian,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
PIL,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jeff Mills,
Nirvana,
DJ Style,
Nils Olav,
New Order,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Amazonics,
The Standells,
Yazoo,
Reagan Youth,
La Düsseldorf,
Funkadelic,
The Durutti Column,
Banda Bassotti,
Matthew Halsall,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Stockholm Monsters,
Aswad,
Aaron Thompson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Radiohead,
ABC,
Nation of Ulysses,
Qualms,
Kevin Saunderson,
Essential Logic,
Moss Icon,
Black Pus,
Lyres,
These Immortal Souls,
Fear,
Malaria!,
Minny Pops,
Section 25,
The Star Department,
The Gap Band,
The Slackers,
Mars,
Neil Young,
Schoolly D,
Ice-T,
Eurythmics,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Groovy Waters,
Sarah Menescal,
Babytalk,
Eric Copeland,
Second Layer,
Prince Buster,
Sandy B,
Con Funk Shun,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.