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 Burkina and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Ronan to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Move. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba 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 organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Al Stewart,
The Dirtbombs,
Yazoo,
Magazine,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Slick Rick,
Livin' Joy,
Robert Görl,
Depeche Mode,
Essential Logic,
Gerry Rafferty,
Hoover,
Camberwell Now,
The Names,
Yusef Lateef,
Minnie Riperton,
Brothers Johnson,
Au Pairs,
Aswad,
Y Pants,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gil Scott Heron,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sun City Girls,
The Knickerbockers,
The Monks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Grauzone,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Association,
Bauhaus,
Darondo,
Monks,
Quantec,
The Walker Brothers,
The Remains,
Amazonics,
Cheater Slicks,
Saccharine Trust,
Motorama,
Severed Heads,
Sparks,
DJ Sneak,
Simply Red,
The Birthday Party,
The Trojans,
Pantytec,
Alton Ellis,
The Gun Club,
Schoolly D,
The Gap Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Godley & Creme,
The Durutti Column,
Electric Prunes,
Alphaville,
The Smoke,
Minor Threat,
MDC,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.