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 Solomon Islands and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Johannesburg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 8 Eyed Spy to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar 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 organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kenny Larkin,
Parry Music,
Audionom,
Dual Sessions,
The Misunderstood,
The Move,
Altered Images,
James Chance & The Contortions,
48th St. Collective,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
La Düsseldorf,
Tropical Tobacco,
Adolescents,
Thompson Twins,
Magma,
Visage,
Rufus Thomas,
the Germs,
Little Man,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Derrick May,
X-101,
Jerry's Kids,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Chris Corsano,
Jandek,
Depeche Mode,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scion,
Quando Quango,
June Days,
Roy Ayers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mad Mike,
Hot Snakes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Symarip,
Boz Scaggs,
David Bowie,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Peter & Gordon,
The Black Dice,
Aswad,
Subhumans,
Fela Kuti,
Roxy Music,
World's Most,
Rites of Spring,
Mandrill,
Idris Muhammad,
Wolf Eyes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Graham Central Station,
Vainqueur,
Hoover,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.