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 Armenia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Tears for Fears to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum 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 güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Suburban Knight,
Con Funk Shun,
Robert Görl,
Marc Almond,
Bauhaus,
This Heat,
The Barracudas,
Colin Newman,
Sparks,
Chris & Cosey,
The Dave Clark Five,
Motorama,
Tomorrow,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bluetip,
Derrick Morgan,
Sarah Menescal,
Slave,
the Slits,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Five Americans,
Flamin' Groovies,
Andrew Hill,
Simply Red,
John Lydon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Yellowson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Echospace,
Maurizio,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roy Ayers,
Scott Walker,
Tom Boy,
Jandek,
Ice-T,
New Order,
Infiniti,
Au Pairs,
Eden Ahbez,
The Vogues,
Parry Music,
Kenny Larkin,
The Angels of Light,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Litter,
Excepter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Move,
Rotary Connection,
Aloha Tigers,
Stereo Dub,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Residents,
Quadrant,
Little Man,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.