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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Techniques 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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar 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 rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Heaven 17,
The Monochrome Set,
Laurel Aitken,
Swell Maps,
Pagans,
The Human League,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tom Boy,
Los Fastidios,
Henry Cow,
The Gories,
Neu!,
Accadde A,
John Holt,
Aswad,
Harry Pussy,
OOIOO,
Supertramp,
Nick Fraelich,
The Cure,
Lebanon Hanover,
Youth Brigade,
Derrick May,
Albert Ayler,
Warsaw,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Second Layer,
Arcadia,
David Bowie,
Bluetip,
Carl Craig,
The Pretty Things,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Trojans,
Ornette Coleman,
The Birthday Party,
Sugar Minott,
Hardrive,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Tremeloes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Crash Course in Science,
a-ha,
Sister Nancy,
Slick Rick,
Harmonia,
Drexciya,
Gichy Dan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Black Pus,
The Searchers,
The Black Dice,
Sun City Girls,
Matthew Bourne,
Morten Harket,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ossler,
Josef K,
A Flock of Seagulls,
EPMD,
Althea and Donna,
Roger Hodgson,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.