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 Gabon and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 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 Public Image Ltd. to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and an organ 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 sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Avey Tare,
Scientists,
Rotary Connection,
Susan Cadogan,
Joe Smooth,
Alphaville,
The Walker Brothers,
Eurythmics,
Mo-Dettes,
Ultravox,
Sarah Menescal,
Gerry Rafferty,
Harmonia,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
E-Dancer,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Animal Collective,
Ken Boothe,
Godley & Creme,
Danielle Patucci,
PIL,
The American Breed,
Blake Baxter,
Banda Bassotti,
Oblivians,
Deadbeat,
Minny Pops,
Gang of Four,
Los Fastidios,
B.T. Express,
David McCallum,
Davy DMX,
China Crisis,
Reuben Wilson,
Deepchord,
Tim Buckley,
Sister Nancy,
The Busters,
Simply Red,
T. Rex,
cv313,
Spandau Ballet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Funky Four + One,
Loose Ends,
Organ,
The Cure,
Henry Cow,
Siglo XX,
Eric Dolphy,
Camberwell Now,
Monolake,
Steve Hackett,
Juan Atkins,
Blossom Toes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
UT,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.