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 Paraguay and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar 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 Boredoms to the dance 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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a sitar 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 guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Underground Resistance,
Hoover,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Goldenarms,
Bad Manners,
The New Christs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Black Dice,
cv313,
Soul II Soul,
Rapeman,
Inner City,
Mandrill,
Joyce Sims,
Spoonie Gee,
Eddi Front,
Sex Pistols,
Ludus,
Robert Görl,
Sun City Girls,
Eve St. Jones,
Pussy Galore,
Fugazi,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ultravox,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Young Rascals,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Pop Group,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sound Behaviour,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Donny Hathaway,
Agitation Free,
Buzzcocks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eric Copeland,
Flamin' Groovies,
Shuggie Otis,
Monolake,
Section 25,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Massinfluence,
Clear Light,
Porter Ricks,
Liliput,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ohio Players,
Skarface,
Sparks,
Pantaleimon,
Amon Düül II,
Tres Demented,
Cymande,
Urselle,
Colin Newman,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kurtis Blow,
Harmonia,
Das Ding,
Blossom Toes,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.