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 Cameroon and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Neu! to the punk 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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Ronan,
The Moody Blues,
Isaac Hayes,
Audionom,
Darondo,
The Cramps,
10cc,
Black Pus,
Goldenarms,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Black Moon,
Neu!,
Marine Girls,
Flash Fearless,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lightning Bolt,
Sonny Sharrock,
New York Dolls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Alice Coltrane,
Tres Demented,
Wire,
Erykah Badu,
Section 25,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Subhumans,
DJ Sneak,
One Last Wish,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Count Five,
Wasted Youth,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Barracudas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
K-Klass,
Barrington Levy,
Rekid,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Letta Mbulu,
Quando Quango,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Grass Roots,
Brick,
Marvin Gaye,
Parry Music,
Hasil Adkins,
Blake Baxter,
Swans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Robert Wyatt,
The Neon Judgement,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Victims,
Lyres,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gerry Rafferty,
Arthur Verocai,
Black Sheep,
Charles Mingus,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.