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 Korea South and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar 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 Ituana to the funk 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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Dirtbombs,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Gories,
Heaven 17,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
DJ Sneak,
Gastr Del Sol,
Buzzcocks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Names,
Technova,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
ABBA,
Jeff Mills,
Gang of Four,
Gichy Dan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Human League,
Barbara Tucker,
Faraquet,
Slave,
A Certain Ratio,
The Monks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jacob Miller,
Piero Umiliani,
Donny Hathaway,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sällskapet,
Mary Jane Girls,
Boz Scaggs,
Dennis Brown,
Funkadelic,
Andrew Hill,
The Modern Lovers,
Anakelly,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nirvana,
Juan Atkins,
Cybotron,
Severed Heads,
Chris Corsano,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Qualms,
Minor Threat,
Graham Central Station,
Sight & Sound,
The Saints,
LL Cool J,
Lee Hazlewood,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Liliput,
Model 500,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.