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 Nauru and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Siglo XX to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a clarinet 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 synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Fluxion,
Khruangbin,
Gil Scott Heron,
Oneida,
OOIOO,
Kas Product,
Henry Cow,
Black Flag,
Whodini,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Smiths,
Nils Olav,
Brick,
Amon Düül,
The Offenders,
Rekid,
Loose Ends,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Gun Club,
The Red Krayola,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kevin Saunderson,
Junior Murvin,
Nick Fraelich,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Martian,
Bronski Beat,
Panda Bear,
Fugazi,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Quando Quango,
Minutemen,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eric Copeland,
Subhumans,
Sam Rivers,
Accadde A,
the Swans,
Magazine,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Sun Ra,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ice-T,
T.S.O.L.,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wasted Youth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fela Kuti,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Glambeats Corp.,
Aaron Thompson,
Dave Gahan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bad Manners,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.