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 Italy and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Moss Icon to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans 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 linndrum 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 spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
Pierre Henry,
Quadrant,
Howard Jones,
Cheater Slicks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nils Olav,
Jeff Mills,
Angry Samoans,
Rosa Yemen,
Electric Light Orchestra,
John Holt,
DJ Sneak,
The Misunderstood,
Todd Terry,
Skarface,
The Walker Brothers,
The Vogues,
Robert Hood,
MDC,
The Index,
Sugar Minott,
Icehouse,
Aswad,
New Order,
Funky Four + One,
Gang Green,
Letta Mbulu,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Invisible,
Symarip,
Dual Sessions,
Moss Icon,
Brothers Johnson,
The Moody Blues,
Neil Young,
U.S. Maple,
Index,
Peter & Gordon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marc Almond,
La Düsseldorf,
The Raincoats,
The Fortunes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Stooges,
X-102,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Flamin' Groovies,
Animal Collective,
Terrestrial Tones,
Infiniti,
Eve St. Jones,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Slits,
Mission of Burma,
Janne Schatter,
Lebanon Hanover,
Talk Talk,
Mars,
Grauzone,
The Divine Comedy,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.