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 Guatemala and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Zero Boys to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare 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 a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
The Pretty Things,
Chris Corsano,
Johnny Osbourne,
Accadde A,
Crime,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Thompson Twins,
Marvin Gaye,
Public Enemy,
Goldenarms,
The J.B.'s,
EPMD,
Nico,
The Barracudas,
Yellowson,
Lalann,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Coltrane,
The Skatalites,
Darondo,
Minutemen,
Essential Logic,
Cybotron,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fear,
Oneida,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Spandau Ballet,
Joe Smooth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Modern Lovers,
Cymande,
Ten City,
OOIOO,
Jawbox,
Organ,
Bootsy Collins,
48th St. Collective,
K-Klass,
The Victims,
Reuben Wilson,
Mission of Burma,
Alphaville,
Livin' Joy,
Panda Bear,
The Cure,
Camouflage,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Judy Mowatt,
Audionom,
Pantytec,
Beasts of Bourbon,
DNA,
Moby Grape,
Second Layer,
Rites of Spring,
The Invisible,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Moss Icon,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.