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 Andorra and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Flipper to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator 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 linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Gang Green,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bobby Sherman,
Todd Rundgren,
Prince Buster,
The Dead C,
Aural Exciters,
Joe Finger,
MC5,
Erasure,
Ronnie Foster,
Sällskapet,
Niagra,
Erykah Badu,
Todd Terry,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Cowsills,
David Bowie,
Sun Ra,
The Searchers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
K-Klass,
Royal Trux,
Tears for Fears,
Half Japanese,
Ultra Naté,
The Pop Group,
Lower 48,
Sex Pistols,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Sonics,
Kenny Larkin,
The Knickerbockers,
Patti Smith,
Echospace,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Model 500,
Goldenarms,
Minor Threat,
Porter Ricks,
Moss Icon,
Derrick May,
Kevin Saunderson,
Soft Cell,
Unrelated Segments,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pulsallama,
The New Christs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Altered Images,
Steve Hackett,
Ken Boothe,
Kurtis Blow,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Piero Umiliani,
Masters at Work,
John Holt,
Public Enemy,
Bauhaus,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.