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 Lebanon and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cecil Taylor to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Bush Tetras,
Eric Dolphy,
Pagans,
Kerrie Biddell,
Inner City,
Black Sheep,
Pere Ubu,
Electric Light Orchestra,
10cc,
The Leaves,
ABC,
Siglo XX,
Desert Stars,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Blackbyrds,
Quando Quango,
David Bowie,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Q65,
Boredoms,
Fatback Band,
48th St. Collective,
The Stooges,
Animal Collective,
Kevin Saunderson,
Erykah Badu,
Hot Snakes,
Section 25,
Scan 7,
Minor Threat,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ultravox,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scientists,
Sarah Menescal,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Alarm Clocks,
Thee Headcoats,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Erasure,
The Raincoats,
Sex Pistols,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pylon,
The New Christs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Fire Engines,
Sugar Minott,
Kayak,
B.T. Express,
Monks,
Subhumans,
Marc Almond,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marshall Jefferson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Alice Coltrane,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.