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 Uganda and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare 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 Sugar Minott to the rap 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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hot Snakes,
Idris Muhammad,
Lindisfarne,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tommy Roe,
Kaleidoscope,
Motorama,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eve St. Jones,
Smog,
Depeche Mode,
Stereo Dub,
Aloha Tigers,
The Slits,
Judy Mowatt,
Average White Band,
Pole,
Roger Hodgson,
Newcleus,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Loose Ends,
Jeff Mills,
Godley & Creme,
Slave,
The Kinks,
The Golliwogs,
Sex Pistols,
Ohio Players,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soft Cell,
The Dave Clark Five,
David Axelrod,
The Doobie Brothers,
Soulsonic Force,
Sparks,
MDC,
Amon Düül,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Barrington Levy,
New Order,
Zapp,
Grauzone,
Duran Duran,
Tubeway Army,
Hardrive,
The Smoke,
Minutemen,
Ultimate Spinach,
Malaria!,
X-Ray Spex,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Robert Görl,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Motions,
Deakin,
The Standells,
The United States of America,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.