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 Luxembourg and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar 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 Khruangbin to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin 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 mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Banda Bassotti,
Rakim,
Lou Reed,
Q and Not U,
KRS-One,
Zero Boys,
Freddie Wadling,
Depeche Mode,
Warren Ellis,
The Saints,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Minutemen,
Siglo XX,
Gabor Szabo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Crooked Eye,
The Zeros,
Boz Scaggs,
Donny Hathaway,
Andrew Hill,
China Crisis,
The Slits,
Danielle Patucci,
Qualms,
Hasil Adkins,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Doors,
The Sonics,
Fluxion,
the Normal,
Todd Terry,
Kenny Larkin,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Essential Logic,
The Associates,
Terry Callier,
Malaria!,
Audionom,
Television,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Cure,
The Smiths,
Make Up,
Soul Sonic Force,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kayak,
Peter & Gordon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Suburban Knight,
Suicide,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Von Mondo,
Roxy Music,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Foxx,
Arcadia,
David Axelrod,
Oblivians,
Judy Mowatt,
Masters at Work,
Sandy B,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.