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 Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Glasgow.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 OOIOO to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer 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 linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
The Golliwogs,
Little Man,
Bill Near,
Graham Central Station,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eden Ahbez,
Procol Harum,
Index,
Colin Newman,
Crime,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ten City,
Goldenarms,
R.M.O.,
The Selecter,
The Modern Lovers,
The Slits,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wings,
David Axelrod,
Duran Duran,
Yaz,
MC5,
Fad Gadget,
Patti Smith,
Mo-Dettes,
Roxy Music,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pussy Galore,
Derrick Morgan,
The Gun Club,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Excepter,
The Offenders,
Barry Ungar,
Wally Richardson,
Urselle,
Country Teasers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Arab on Radar,
Fela Kuti,
The Motions,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scan 7,
Harmonia,
Make Up,
Bronski Beat,
Ornette Coleman,
Rosa Yemen,
Zero Boys,
Fluxion,
The Human League,
Kayak,
Alison Limerick,
Mark Hollis,
The Moody Blues,
Yazoo,
Todd Rundgren,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.