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 Kiribati and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 John Cale to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Dennis Brown,
Albert Ayler,
Matthew Bourne,
Aswad,
Cal Tjader,
the Bar-Kays,
Oblivians,
Brand Nubian,
Liliput,
Quantec,
Ultra Naté,
Ludus,
Zero Boys,
ABC,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Mojo Men,
Al Stewart,
Deakin,
Pulsallama,
Trumans Water,
Chris Corsano,
Henry Cow,
Boredoms,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nils Olav,
Gastr Del Sol,
Alice Coltrane,
Guru Guru,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Glenn Branca,
Minor Threat,
the Normal,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Panda Bear,
Model 500,
Nas,
The Slits,
In Retrospect,
Marc Almond,
CMW,
Groovy Waters,
Alton Ellis,
The Gun Club,
Fela Kuti,
Kas Product,
Dark Day,
Eli Mardock,
Jacob Miller,
Gang Gang Dance,
Camouflage,
The Zeros,
Mission of Burma,
Duran Duran,
Porter Ricks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Danielle Patucci,
Jeff Lynne,
Pantytec,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.