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 Hungary and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Radio Birdman to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron 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 organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fugs,
Half Japanese,
Sun Ra,
The Selecter,
Dawn Penn,
Monolake,
Das Ding,
Pussy Galore,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pulsallama,
Electric Prunes,
Marmalade,
Buzzcocks,
The Names,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Soft Cell,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Idris Muhammad,
Bluetip,
The Martian,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Stockholm Monsters,
Warren Ellis,
The Invisible,
The Skatalites,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gong,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tears for Fears,
Kerrie Biddell,
DNA,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Alphaville,
The Modern Lovers,
Joey Negro,
The Fuzztones,
Moby Grape,
Connie Case,
Unrelated Segments,
Man Parrish,
Slick Rick,
Audionom,
Eyeless In Gaza,
David Bowie,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Arthur Verocai,
June of 44,
Tropical Tobacco,
Porter Ricks,
Jacques Brel,
Rosa Yemen,
KRS-One,
Eric Copeland,
Wasted Youth,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.