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 Macedonia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 John Cale to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar 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 a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Angry Samoans,
The Litter,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Skaos,
Tears for Fears,
Gichy Dan,
Sixth Finger,
The Shadows of Knight,
Funky Four + One,
The Names,
Arcadia,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Busters,
Kevin Saunderson,
MC5,
Delon & Dalcan,
Audionom,
X-101,
CMW,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Holt,
Ken Boothe,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dead Boys,
Procol Harum,
ABC,
Little Man,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gabor Szabo,
Soulsonic Force,
Bad Manners,
F. McDonald,
The Raincoats,
Soft Cell,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Erasure,
The Pop Group,
Youth Brigade,
Darondo,
Glenn Branca,
Howard Jones,
Black Pus,
Second Layer,
The Music Machine,
Dave Gahan,
U.S. Maple,
Pierre Henry,
Nils Olav,
Kerri Chandler,
Roy Ayers,
Peter & Gordon,
Pole,
Letta Mbulu,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Judy Mowatt,
the Germs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Golliwogs,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.