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 Guatemala and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ludus to the dance 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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes 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 rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Patti Smith,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cheater Slicks,
The Smiths,
Rotary Connection,
Guru Guru,
Porter Ricks,
Donald Byrd,
John Lydon,
Prince Buster,
Josef K,
World's Most,
Blossom Toes,
Country Teasers,
Brothers Johnson,
Outsiders,
Audionom,
Kayak,
Adolescents,
Bronski Beat,
Chris & Cosey,
Technova,
Bush Tetras,
Severed Heads,
The Raincoats,
Interpol,
Robert Wyatt,
The Five Americans,
Tommy Roe,
The Music Machine,
The Last Poets,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fear,
Spandau Ballet,
Buzzcocks,
Erykah Badu,
Jeff Lynne,
Soft Machine,
Motorama,
Malaria!,
Black Bananas,
Gerry Rafferty,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Star Department,
The J.B.'s,
The Saints,
The Sonics,
Bill Wells,
Panda Bear,
Soft Cell,
Visage,
Mars,
Kaleidoscope,
Wire,
the Association,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ponytail,
Urselle,
Simply Red,
Pulsallama,
the Germs,
The Offenders,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.