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 Pakistan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Mark Hollis to the rock 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet 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 sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Yaz,
The Tremeloes,
Scrapy,
Trumans Water,
The Fuzztones,
Letta Mbulu,
Bad Manners,
Robert Wyatt,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Faraquet,
Yazoo,
The Birthday Party,
The Offenders,
Beasts of Bourbon,
New Age Steppers,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Buckinghams,
Arab on Radar,
Matthew Halsall,
John Coltrane,
Deepchord,
Tomorrow,
The Cosmic Jokers,
New Order,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kayak,
OOIOO,
Sandy B,
Boz Scaggs,
Rapeman,
Brass Construction,
KRS-One,
Guru Guru,
Amazonics,
Wire,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Swans,
CMW,
10cc,
June Days,
Joyce Sims,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Don Cherry,
The Raincoats,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Grass Roots,
Crooked Eye,
Can,
Leonard Cohen,
Mandrill,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Neil Young,
The Cramps,
The Human League,
Rosa Yemen,
Wings,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Martian,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mantronix,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.