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 Sweden and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Shadows of Knight to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Saccharine Trust,
Janne Schatter,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nirvana,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lungfish,
John Cale,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Young Rascals,
Dave Gahan,
the Human League,
Circle Jerks,
The Gap Band,
The New Christs,
Erykah Badu,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dawn Penn,
Icehouse,
The Count Five,
The Fall,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
L. Decosne,
Y Pants,
Johnny Clarke,
Carl Craig,
Roy Ayers,
Colin Newman,
This Heat,
Flamin' Groovies,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Idris Muhammad,
K-Klass,
Amon Düül II,
Funkadelic,
Nils Olav,
Moby Grape,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Liliput,
Robert Wyatt,
LL Cool J,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nico,
The Techniques,
Charles Mingus,
Robert Hood,
kango's stein massive,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Cowsills,
The Associates,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Brick,
Oblivians,
The Angels of Light,
Ice-T,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Unrelated Segments,
Sound Behaviour,
Arcadia,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.