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 Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jesus and Mary Chain to the funk 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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ 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 harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Tubeway Army,
Glambeats Corp.,
Oblivians,
Barbara Tucker,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The United States of America,
EPMD,
Animal Collective,
The Smiths,
Liliput,
F. McDonald,
Buzzcocks,
Joe Finger,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Mojo Men,
The Leaves,
The Pop Group,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Freddie Wadling,
Radiohead,
La Düsseldorf,
Wire,
Carl Craig,
The Modern Lovers,
Rites of Spring,
the Normal,
Mr. Review,
Ituana,
John Coltrane,
Young Marble Giants,
Outsiders,
The Golliwogs,
Alice Coltrane,
the Human League,
The Victims,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Fortunes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Derrick May,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The American Breed,
Kaleidoscope,
Theoretical Girls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Qualms,
The Durutti Column,
Bronski Beat,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dark Day,
Bluetip,
Idris Muhammad,
R.M.O.,
Drexciya,
Iggy Pop,
DJ Sneak,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.