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 Grenada and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Marcia Griffiths to the rock 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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice 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 '70s 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 Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Crime,
Television,
Robert Görl,
U.S. Maple,
The Associates,
a-ha,
Amazonics,
Wire,
Oblivians,
The Blackbyrds,
Barry Ungar,
ABBA,
James White and The Blacks,
Vainqueur,
Letta Mbulu,
Ohio Players,
H. Thieme,
Marshall Jefferson,
Aural Exciters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Amon Düül II,
The Searchers,
DJ Sneak,
The Moleskins,
Fela Kuti,
Buzzcocks,
AZ,
Cymande,
Intrusion,
The Zeros,
Agitation Free,
Maurizio,
Unrelated Segments,
Marmalade,
Bobby Sherman,
Outsiders,
Tubeway Army,
Funkadelic,
Severed Heads,
Robert Hood,
MC5,
Country Teasers,
The Mummies,
The Walker Brothers,
Suicide,
Glambeats Corp.,
Al Stewart,
Erasure,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Magazine,
Talk Talk,
The Kinks,
Radiohead,
Dead Boys,
X-101,
Brass Construction,
Tim Buckley,
The Fuzztones,
Eurythmics,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.