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 Singapore and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Liliput to the grime 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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
The Detroit Cobras,
Q65,
Godley & Creme,
OOIOO,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Suburban Knight,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
FM Einheit,
Oblivians,
Animal Collective,
Todd Terry,
Camouflage,
Rufus Thomas,
Robert Wyatt,
Blake Baxter,
Hashim,
Joy Division,
Mantronix,
Outsiders,
Junior Murvin,
The Star Department,
The Moody Blues,
The Fall,
Ronan,
The Zeros,
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John Cale,
Panda Bear,
Sam Rivers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Robert Hood,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eric Copeland,
Ice-T,
Marine Girls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Freddie Wadling,
T.S.O.L.,
Letta Mbulu,
Monolake,
Glenn Branca,
Isaac Hayes,
Motorama,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Busters,
Charles Mingus,
Radiohead,
Cheater Slicks,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Black Dice,
Eddi Front,
Kas Product,
Max Romeo,
Sonic Youth,
X-Ray Spex,
Swell Maps,
Mandrill,
Country Teasers,
The Monochrome Set,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.