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 Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Arab on Radar to the dance 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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a clarinet 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Skarface,
Roxette,
Niagra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Procol Harum,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wolf Eyes,
The Fortunes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Bar-Kays,
The Buckinghams,
Motorama,
Jawbox,
Derrick Morgan,
Wire,
Index,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fire Engines,
Deakin,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Blackbyrds,
the Swans,
Gichy Dan,
Section 25,
Flipper,
Ten City,
Altered Images,
Los Fastidios,
The Cure,
Fear,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scott Walker,
Deepchord,
Dark Day,
Roxy Music,
Dead Boys,
Visage,
Bad Manners,
Althea and Donna,
Country Teasers,
Average White Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Crash Course in Science,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Siglo XX,
Neu!,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Kinks,
The Stooges,
Cal Tjader,
The Slits,
Dave Gahan,
Porter Ricks,
Wings,
The Knickerbockers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eurythmics,
Accadde A,
Steve Hackett,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.