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 Mongolia and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the guitar 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb 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 spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Newcleus,
Yaz,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Vainqueur,
Fugazi,
The Move,
Tubeway Army,
The Tremeloes,
Saccharine Trust,
Alison Limerick,
Stockholm Monsters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Subhumans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Angels of Light,
Black Flag,
Desert Stars,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
EPMD,
D'Angelo,
Buzzcocks,
Fatback Band,
Harmonia,
China Crisis,
Eurythmics,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sixth Finger,
Ronan,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Black Dice,
Infiniti,
The Trojans,
Babytalk,
Pole,
Mars,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Moss Icon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Leaves,
The Pretty Things,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wings,
In Retrospect,
Porter Ricks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Grey Daturas,
Rosa Yemen,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Au Pairs,
Stiv Bators,
Josef K,
Traffic Nightmare,
Frankie Knuckles,
Peter and Kerry,
Jerry's Kids,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Black Sheep,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Second Layer,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.