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 Czech Republic and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Stooges to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ 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 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Minnie Riperton,
Man Parrish,
Anakelly,
Sonic Youth,
Isaac Hayes,
Todd Terry,
the Swans,
The Smoke,
PIL,
Ludus,
Stiv Bators,
DNA,
Henry Cow,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Graham Central Station,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lungfish,
Brass Construction,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Cowsills,
Traffic Nightmare,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rekid,
The Last Poets,
Silicon Teens,
Minny Pops,
Arab on Radar,
48th St. Collective,
Ronan,
Motorama,
The Angels of Light,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Matthew Bourne,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Slick Rick,
In Retrospect,
Ohio Players,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marmalade,
Reagan Youth,
Theoretical Girls,
Excepter,
The Divine Comedy,
The Invisible,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Funky Four + One,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sixth Finger,
Stetsasonic,
The Pop Group,
Eurythmics,
UT,
Depeche Mode,
The Raincoats,
Howard Jones,
The Mojo Men,
the Sonics,
Moss Icon,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.