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 Nicaragua and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 48th St. Collective to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
The Gories,
The Moody Blues,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Howard Jones,
Ultra Naté,
Fear,
Colin Newman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
James White and The Blacks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Fortunes,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joe Smooth,
The Seeds,
cv313,
Dark Day,
Faust,
Interpol,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lower 48,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
These Immortal Souls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fad Gadget,
UT,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lucky Dragons,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
John Cale,
Terry Callier,
Bronski Beat,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Aural Exciters,
Parry Music,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rufus Thomas,
X-Ray Spex,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Monochrome Set,
Sällskapet,
Basic Channel,
The Young Rascals,
The Grass Roots,
The Offenders,
H. Thieme,
Pere Ubu,
48th St. Collective,
David Axelrod,
Soft Machine,
Deepchord,
Young Marble Giants,
Essential Logic,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Funky Four + One,
The New Christs,
Bush Tetras,
the Bar-Kays,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
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.