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 Gambia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb 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 the Human League to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer 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 organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Desert Stars,
Alton Ellis,
the Bar-Kays,
Gang of Four,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marshall Jefferson,
Graham Central Station,
Tomorrow,
Schoolly D,
Arab on Radar,
Hashim,
Max Romeo,
a-ha,
The Fortunes,
Inner City,
Sun City Girls,
Pantytec,
The Smiths,
Crooked Eye,
Main Source,
The Grass Roots,
Wire,
Minny Pops,
Q65,
The Red Krayola,
Eric B and Rakim,
A Certain Ratio,
Tommy Roe,
Lower 48,
The Birthday Party,
Lucky Dragons,
Saccharine Trust,
Livin' Joy,
Can,
Joe Smooth,
Jandek,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Duran Duran,
Moby Grape,
Rekid,
Funkadelic,
Robert Wyatt,
Flash Fearless,
Black Sheep,
Leonard Cohen,
Al Stewart,
Aswad,
Erasure,
The Names,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dead Boys,
The Blues Magoos,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pulsallama,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Blackbyrds,
Loose Ends,
Radiopuhelimet,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Sound,
Archie Shepp,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.