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 Cameroon and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Joy Division to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator 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 harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Althea and Donna,
The Monks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sister Nancy,
Ohio Players,
Bad Manners,
The Invisible,
Soulsonic Force,
The Music Machine,
Von Mondo,
Jeff Lynne,
DNA,
Alice Coltrane,
Minutemen,
Faraquet,
Blake Baxter,
Adolescents,
Fear,
The Selecter,
Country Teasers,
The Martian,
Quando Quango,
Sound Behaviour,
John Foxx,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Unrelated Segments,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Grandmaster Flash,
Black Flag,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nik Kershaw,
Lalann,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Severed Heads,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lakeside,
Amon Düül,
Schoolly D,
Simply Red,
The Doors,
Rufus Thomas,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pantaleimon,
Matthew Bourne,
Lee Hazlewood,
Laurel Aitken,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Funkadelic,
Moss Icon,
Make Up,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dorothy Ashby,
Todd Rundgren,
Sandy B,
Juan Atkins,
Depeche Mode,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.