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 Kosovo and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Flesh Eaters to the disco 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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes 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 organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Banda Bassotti,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Cale,
Idris Muhammad,
Girls At Our Best!,
Public Image Ltd.,
Slave,
FM Einheit,
Masters at Work,
Sister Nancy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Prince Buster,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jeff Mills,
Schoolly D,
Hoover,
Sight & Sound,
Ornette Coleman,
Alphaville,
Loose Ends,
Agent Orange,
48th St. Collective,
Tim Buckley,
John Foxx,
The Birthday Party,
James White and The Blacks,
CMW,
Todd Rundgren,
Arab on Radar,
The Residents,
Bauhaus,
Reuben Wilson,
The Gories,
Ultravox,
Moebius,
the Germs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Black Bananas,
Angry Samoans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Essential Logic,
Mary Jane Girls,
Graham Central Station,
Von Mondo,
Bush Tetras,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Fall,
Fatback Band,
Godley & Creme,
the Human League,
Dual Sessions,
Mark Hollis,
Johnny Clarke,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.