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 Argentina and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Delhi and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Barrington Levy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe 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 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Mission of Burma,
The Searchers,
Flash Fearless,
Johnny Clarke,
Skarface,
Guru Guru,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Iggy Pop,
Wire,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Goldenarms,
Ohio Players,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Evens,
Laurel Aitken,
The Sonics,
Eurythmics,
Rapeman,
Scratch Acid,
Scrapy,
Hardrive,
Jacob Miller,
The Selecter,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Essential Logic,
Theoretical Girls,
Rod Modell,
Qualms,
Kayak,
Masters at Work,
Desert Stars,
Talk Talk,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Cure,
Fat Boys,
Hasil Adkins,
Scion,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Kinks,
Procol Harum,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Tremeloes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fear,
Black Flag,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Star Department,
Loose Ends,
Sparks,
Minor Threat,
Aural Exciters,
Scott Walker,
The Happenings,
8 Eyed Spy,
F. McDonald,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.