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 Bahamas and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Brothers Johnson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum 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 guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Kerri Chandler,
the Sonics,
Los Fastidios,
The Skatalites,
Drexciya,
Shoche,
Rakim,
Boredoms,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gabor Szabo,
The Standells,
R.M.O.,
June of 44,
Buzzcocks,
Fad Gadget,
Chris & Cosey,
Thompson Twins,
Vainqueur,
Pantytec,
Susan Cadogan,
Flash Fearless,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Donald Byrd,
Joy Division,
Sam Rivers,
Kurtis Blow,
Nick Fraelich,
Joe Finger,
Gil Scott Heron,
One Last Wish,
Minutemen,
Popol Vuh,
The Buckinghams,
Maurizio,
The Stooges,
Saccharine Trust,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Q and Not U,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Accadde A,
New Age Steppers,
kango's stein massive,
Max Romeo,
Joe Smooth,
Camberwell Now,
Steve Hackett,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Au Pairs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Banda Bassotti,
the Association,
Tears for Fears,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Zeros,
AZ,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.