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 Somalia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Wolf Eyes to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Camberwell Now,
Stereo Dub,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Althea and Donna,
Tres Demented,
The Durutti Column,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Blossom Toes,
Rotary Connection,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Offenders,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Smiths,
Oblivians,
Grey Daturas,
Altered Images,
Mr. Review,
Neil Young,
James White and The Blacks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scrapy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Erasure,
H. Thieme,
Liliput,
Flamin' Groovies,
Barry Ungar,
Reagan Youth,
Scratch Acid,
Accadde A,
EPMD,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joyce Sims,
Newcleus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Man Parrish,
Sight & Sound,
Television Personalities,
The Fugs,
Fugazi,
Jacques Brel,
The Divine Comedy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cameo,
Vainqueur,
Barrington Levy,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Alarm Clocks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Yazoo,
Lower 48,
Glenn Branca,
The Walker Brothers,
Popol Vuh,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rufus Thomas,
the Germs,
ABBA,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.