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 Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe 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 Gang Gang Dance to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar 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 rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
The Litter,
Danielle Patucci,
Minnie Riperton,
Camberwell Now,
Ten City,
Little Man,
Arab on Radar,
Harmonia,
Darondo,
Schoolly D,
Scan 7,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Cure,
Patti Smith,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cluster,
Deepchord,
Quadrant,
Youth Brigade,
John Lydon,
Tubeway Army,
48th St. Collective,
Lou Christie,
Sparks,
X-Ray Spex,
Hoover,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scientists,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Letta Mbulu,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bluetip,
Dave Gahan,
The Gladiators,
Yellowson,
Faraquet,
Tres Demented,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Slick Rick,
The Smoke,
June Days,
the Bar-Kays,
The Fuzztones,
X-101,
Cheater Slicks,
Malaria!,
the Germs,
Dennis Brown,
Roy Ayers,
Pantytec,
Q65,
Amon Düül,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fad Gadget,
Eric Copeland,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rapeman,
Swans,
Vladislav Delay,
Delta 5,
Ituana,
The Tremeloes,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.