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 Botswana and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Moody Blues to the electroclash 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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe 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 clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Girls At Our Best!,
Barbara Tucker,
Dennis Brown,
Sonic Youth,
Nirvana,
Los Fastidios,
Funkadelic,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pulsallama,
The Standells,
The Kinks,
The Velvet Underground,
Q and Not U,
Amon Düül,
Nick Fraelich,
Ultimate Spinach,
Agitation Free,
Blancmange,
Pussy Galore,
Suburban Knight,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Grauzone,
Vainqueur,
Prince Buster,
Excepter,
Boogie Down Productions,
Visage,
The American Breed,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ten City,
Section 25,
Little Man,
Tim Buckley,
Mark Hollis,
The Gladiators,
Toni Rubio,
Carl Craig,
Moebius,
Robert Wyatt,
The Doors,
Steve Hackett,
The Trojans,
Hashim,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fela Kuti,
Negative Approach,
Rakim,
Livin' Joy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lalann,
cv313,
Banda Bassotti,
Average White Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Moleskins,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Anakelly,
Kenny Larkin,
Clear Light,
Harmonia,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.