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 El Salvador and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Theoretical Girls to the electroclash 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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare 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 snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tubeway Army,
Lungfish,
Sugar Minott,
Scott Walker,
John Holt,
Grey Daturas,
Lebanon Hanover,
Erykah Badu,
The Martian,
Thee Headcoats,
Ornette Coleman,
Marshall Jefferson,
Minnie Riperton,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Althea and Donna,
Iggy Pop,
Michelle Simonal,
Kurtis Blow,
Eric Dolphy,
Rufus Thomas,
8 Eyed Spy,
Stereo Dub,
Flipper,
Television Personalities,
Loose Ends,
Terry Callier,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
OOIOO,
Chris & Cosey,
Moss Icon,
Albert Ayler,
Talk Talk,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Youth Brigade,
Don Cherry,
Surgeon,
Khruangbin,
The Detroit Cobras,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Technova,
The Residents,
Godley & Creme,
Ituana,
The Motions,
Whodini,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ronan,
Carl Craig,
Pharoah Sanders,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fatback Band,
the Swans,
The Gories,
David Axelrod,
Agitation Free,
Maurizio,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.