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 Jordan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Banda Bassotti to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Nico,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Five Americans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Blossom Toes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sexual Harrassment,
Big Daddy Kane,
Make Up,
K-Klass,
Trumans Water,
Radio Birdman,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Swans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Young Rascals,
The Electric Prunes,
Bluetip,
Crash Course in Science,
Mars,
Fear,
Sun City Girls,
Cal Tjader,
Soul Sonic Force,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Alton Ellis,
Mary Jane Girls,
Delon & Dalcan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Chrome,
Marine Girls,
Max Romeo,
Brass Construction,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Knickerbockers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lakeside,
Gang of Four,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bill Near,
Freddie Wadling,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pantytec,
Soft Cell,
Rapeman,
Kenny Larkin,
Franke,
Aloha Tigers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Soul II Soul,
James White and The Blacks,
Lalann,
Bobby Womack,
The Golliwogs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dead Boys,
a-ha,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rakim,
Albert Ayler,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.