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 Malawi and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Pagans to the jazz 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron 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 guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
MC5,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lucky Dragons,
The Standells,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Searchers,
Maleditus Sound,
Tom Boy,
Zapp,
Section 25,
The Fuzztones,
Half Japanese,
Ralphi Rosario,
Avey Tare,
The Remains,
The Fire Engines,
Unwound,
Barrington Levy,
Ornette Coleman,
Scrapy,
D'Angelo,
The Monochrome Set,
48th St. Collective,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tommy Roe,
Magma,
The Busters,
Aaron Thompson,
Brass Construction,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Zeros,
Harry Pussy,
Warsaw,
Jerry's Kids,
Saccharine Trust,
The Mummies,
Boredoms,
Agitation Free,
FM Einheit,
Clear Light,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Throbbing Gristle,
Letta Mbulu,
Schoolly D,
Joy Division,
The Associates,
Robert Hood,
Basic Channel,
The Walker Brothers,
Excepter,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bootsy Collins,
Adolescents,
Lee Hazlewood,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Alarm Clocks,
Main Source,
Mandrill,
Fugazi,
Nils Olav,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.