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 Suriname and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Moby Grape to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Stereo Dub,
Eric Copeland,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fatback Band,
U.S. Maple,
Duran Duran,
Susan Cadogan,
Section 25,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Unrelated Segments,
Janne Schatter,
Roxy Music,
The Detroit Cobras,
R.M.O.,
Hashim,
Nik Kershaw,
The Black Dice,
Goldenarms,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sun City Girls,
The Saints,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Standells,
Scrapy,
The Golliwogs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Make Up,
Bob Dylan,
The Selecter,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Piero Umiliani,
Barrington Levy,
Ultravox,
Agitation Free,
Unwound,
Lyres,
Cal Tjader,
the Bar-Kays,
Sarah Menescal,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Television Personalities,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lindisfarne,
Chris & Cosey,
UT,
Yellowson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Sonics,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
David Bowie,
Fad Gadget,
Surgeon,
a-ha,
Moss Icon,
Babytalk,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Hot Snakes,
Crispy Ambulance,
T. Rex,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.