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 Romania and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Last Poets to the techno 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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe 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 synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mary Jane Girls,
Alison Limerick,
Gang Green,
the Swans,
Slave,
The Moody Blues,
Spandau Ballet,
Bill Near,
Cluster,
Amon Düül II,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pharoah Sanders,
John Cale,
Symarip,
Warren Ellis,
The Smiths,
Marc Almond,
Thompson Twins,
Stockholm Monsters,
Danielle Patucci,
The Searchers,
Guru Guru,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eric Copeland,
In Retrospect,
Skriet,
Fatback Band,
Arcadia,
The Smoke,
Bobby Sherman,
Make Up,
Shoche,
The Modern Lovers,
cv313,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Y Pants,
Judy Mowatt,
The Slackers,
Erykah Badu,
Pulsallama,
Freddie Wadling,
David Bowie,
The Index,
World's Most,
Altered Images,
Gang Starr,
Soulsonic Force,
Jeff Lynne,
Lee Hazlewood,
Duran Duran,
The Electric Prunes,
Davy DMX,
Rotary Connection,
Second Layer,
Procol Harum,
Soul Sonic Force,
Interpol,
Newcleus,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.