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 Uganda and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Maleditus Sound to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a chamberlin 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 guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lalann,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gang Green,
B.T. Express,
The Walker Brothers,
the Human League,
Guru Guru,
Can,
Angry Samoans,
Rosa Yemen,
Alton Ellis,
The Moleskins,
The Slits,
Eric Dolphy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pulsallama,
The Residents,
Tom Boy,
Wasted Youth,
Main Source,
Johnny Clarke,
Arcadia,
Stetsasonic,
the Soft Cell,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nik Kershaw,
Matthew Bourne,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Maleditus Sound,
Fatback Band,
Yellowson,
Amon Düül,
Idris Muhammad,
Simply Red,
Circle Jerks,
Technova,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Brothers Johnson,
Cybotron,
Black Bananas,
The Alarm Clocks,
ABC,
Wire,
Amon Düül II,
The Names,
Radiopuhelimet,
Zero Boys,
Das Ding,
Jandek,
Essential Logic,
Gastr Del Sol,
New York Dolls,
Kayak,
Marine Girls,
John Foxx,
Bobby Sherman,
Fat Boys,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.