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 Mexico and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron 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 Nils Olav to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes 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 theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Silicon Teens,
The Names,
Mark Hollis,
Eli Mardock,
DNA,
Man Eating Sloth,
Todd Terry,
The Slits,
Brass Construction,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Minnie Riperton,
Scott Walker,
The Skatalites,
Ken Boothe,
Easy Going,
The Misunderstood,
MC5,
Minutemen,
Kevin Saunderson,
New Order,
Mo-Dettes,
Slick Rick,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joyce Sims,
Amon Düül,
Roxy Music,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Zeros,
Q and Not U,
MDC,
Ohio Players,
Soul II Soul,
The Motions,
Aswad,
Talk Talk,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Golliwogs,
The Walker Brothers,
Lungfish,
Isaac Hayes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Moss Icon,
Byron Stingily,
The Stooges,
the Swans,
Lindisfarne,
Wire,
Barbara Tucker,
Eve St. Jones,
Anthony Braxton,
Gichy Dan,
Kenny Larkin,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Black Flag,
The Young Rascals,
The Victims,
Cheater Slicks,
The Fugs,
Main Source,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.