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 Moldova and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Groovy Waters to the grunge 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Drive Like Jehu,
Soul II Soul,
Urselle,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Sonics,
the Germs,
John Cale,
Circle Jerks,
Oneida,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sandy B,
Sarah Menescal,
The Divine Comedy,
The Offenders,
Gang of Four,
Lucky Dragons,
ABC,
The Fugs,
Angry Samoans,
Nik Kershaw,
Judy Mowatt,
L. Decosne,
The Buckinghams,
The Tremeloes,
Swell Maps,
E-Dancer,
Shuggie Otis,
The Residents,
Eddi Front,
Wings,
Don Cherry,
Scan 7,
The New Christs,
Electric Prunes,
Moby Grape,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Supertramp,
Newcleus,
Mission of Burma,
Susan Cadogan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rekid,
Zapp,
Hashim,
a-ha,
The Pop Group,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Babytalk,
Fela Kuti,
Outsiders,
The Golliwogs,
Skarface,
Pet Shop Boys,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Motions,
Public Enemy,
Mark Hollis,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.