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 Greece and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Neu! to the grunge 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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer 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 güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Panda Bear,
Eve St. Jones,
The Raincoats,
Fluxion,
Suburban Knight,
Ultra Naté,
Peter & Gordon,
Skriet,
Smog,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Selecter,
Nick Fraelich,
Erasure,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mo-Dettes,
Blossom Toes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wally Richardson,
The Barracudas,
The Motions,
Altered Images,
Johnny Clarke,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lou Reed,
the Fania All-Stars,
La Düsseldorf,
Michelle Simonal,
Donald Byrd,
Sonic Youth,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Searchers,
Main Source,
Dennis Brown,
Rufus Thomas,
Pole,
Steve Hackett,
Blancmange,
Babytalk,
Scientists,
the Bar-Kays,
The Fugs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fat Boys,
Hot Snakes,
Mission of Burma,
Radio Birdman,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Severed Heads,
Ice-T,
The Busters,
Aloha Tigers,
Lungfish,
Moby Grape,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Sonics,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.