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 Niger and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 X-102 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer 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 spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Shuggie Otis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Martian,
Zapp,
The Divine Comedy,
Erasure,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Buckinghams,
Soul Sonic Force,
Reuben Wilson,
Stiv Bators,
Unrelated Segments,
Scientists,
One Last Wish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Smoke,
Vainqueur,
Basic Channel,
Gil Scott Heron,
kango's stein massive,
The Star Department,
Pantytec,
Maleditus Sound,
Y Pants,
Kerri Chandler,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dual Sessions,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sonny Sharrock,
Spandau Ballet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Quantec,
Johnny Osbourne,
Black Flag,
Ludus,
Television Personalities,
ABBA,
Gerry Rafferty,
Motorama,
X-101,
Lyres,
Monks,
The Trojans,
Henry Cow,
Bad Manners,
Jeru the Damaja,
Saccharine Trust,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Birthday Party,
Cluster,
Cecil Taylor,
Shoche,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wolf Eyes,
The Slits,
Masters at Work,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.