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 Ireland and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar 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 Theoretical Girls to the techno 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Glenn Branca,
The Tremeloes,
Godley & Creme,
Electric Prunes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Black Sheep,
Ultravox,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Byron Stingily,
Ralphi Rosario,
Smog,
Kerri Chandler,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Five Americans,
Wire,
the Soft Cell,
Black Pus,
Blossom Toes,
Alice Coltrane,
Tears for Fears,
Michelle Simonal,
Public Enemy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joensuu 1685,
Cecil Taylor,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Lydon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Main Source,
Amon Düül II,
Anthony Braxton,
Rosa Yemen,
Hasil Adkins,
the Human League,
Barrington Levy,
Eric Copeland,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Techniques,
Faraquet,
Warren Ellis,
The Busters,
Outsiders,
Minutemen,
The Kinks,
Bush Tetras,
Marcia Griffiths,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mandrill,
Derrick May,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Depeche Mode,
The Fortunes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lou Christie,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.