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 Lebanon and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dave Gahan to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord 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 theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
E-Dancer,
Motorama,
Johnny Clarke,
June Days,
Black Moon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Index,
Fat Boys,
Moss Icon,
The Blackbyrds,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Spoonie Gee,
Mission of Burma,
Howard Jones,
The Real Kids,
Fatback Band,
The Monks,
T. Rex,
Los Fastidios,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Kinks,
The Music Machine,
Suicide,
Prince Buster,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Soft Cell,
Zapp,
Reuben Wilson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gang Starr,
Oneida,
The Searchers,
Donny Hathaway,
John Holt,
Fugazi,
Newcleus,
The American Breed,
R.M.O.,
The Knickerbockers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gang Green,
Schoolly D,
Vainqueur,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Byron Stingily,
Monks,
Minutemen,
Ossler,
Ken Boothe,
The Cowsills,
Infiniti,
Cameo,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.