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 San Marino and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Echospace to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Fluxion,
Aaron Thompson,
Cal Tjader,
Unrelated Segments,
Visage,
Black Pus,
Jimmy McGriff,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sam Rivers,
Crooked Eye,
The Selecter,
Scrapy,
Wolf Eyes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ituana,
Rotary Connection,
The Skatalites,
Black Flag,
Vladislav Delay,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Henry Cow,
DJ Style,
E-Dancer,
Audionom,
Cymande,
Faraquet,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Steve Hackett,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jacob Miller,
Nick Fraelich,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sex Pistols,
New Order,
D'Angelo,
Sparks,
The Fortunes,
Technova,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marshall Jefferson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Depeche Mode,
Monks,
Lightning Bolt,
Cybotron,
Minutemen,
Skarface,
Camberwell Now,
Half Japanese,
The Five Americans,
Tears for Fears,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Interpol,
Underground Resistance,
Lakeside,
AZ,
Iggy Pop,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.