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 Jordan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Manchester and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 The Searchers to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Carl Craig,
Rod Modell,
Lower 48,
The Techniques,
Underground Resistance,
Stockholm Monsters,
Max Romeo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Talk Talk,
The Five Americans,
kango's stein massive,
the Association,
A Certain Ratio,
Robert Hood,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Technova,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Bananas,
Easy Going,
New Age Steppers,
Flipper,
Rapeman,
Andrew Hill,
Hardrive,
Kool Moe Dee,
Guru Guru,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Anthony Braxton,
Wire,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dawn Penn,
Hasil Adkins,
Subhumans,
Black Sheep,
Vainqueur,
The Fugs,
Joy Division,
Minny Pops,
The Barracudas,
Young Marble Giants,
Slick Rick,
Sixth Finger,
Liliput,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ronnie Foster,
Prince Buster,
Whodini,
The Invisible,
Donny Hathaway,
Goldenarms,
Gang Gang Dance,
X-101,
Funkadelic,
Scion,
Index,
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.