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 Honduras and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator 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 Tom Boy to the disco 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron 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 marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Audionom,
The Seeds,
Black Flag,
Ken Boothe,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ponytail,
Marshall Jefferson,
Con Funk Shun,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Goldenarms,
The Fall,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jeff Mills,
Livin' Joy,
Funky Four + One,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Newcleus,
Rapeman,
Gang Green,
Cameo,
Aaron Thompson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fela Kuti,
David Bowie,
The Count Five,
Eurythmics,
Zapp,
Jerry's Kids,
Shoche,
Interpol,
Siglo XX,
Fear,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
a-ha,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Erasure,
Wire,
The Gun Club,
Buzzcocks,
The Names,
Banda Bassotti,
Oblivians,
Chrome,
Swell Maps,
Motorama,
Alphaville,
Pussy Galore,
Country Teasers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pylon,
Bush Tetras,
Byron Stingily,
Janne Schatter,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
B.T. Express,
Sparks,
Albert Ayler,
Barbara Tucker,
Drexciya,
Mission of Burma,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.