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 Afghanistan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the organ 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 CMW to the electroclash 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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Rhythm & Sound,
Spoonie Gee,
The Gun Club,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
48th St. Collective,
Idris Muhammad,
Yusef Lateef,
Mo-Dettes,
Tommy Roe,
Pulsallama,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Matthew Halsall,
Warsaw,
Fat Boys,
Silicon Teens,
The Offenders,
Chris & Cosey,
Theoretical Girls,
Wally Richardson,
Grauzone,
The Modern Lovers,
Soft Cell,
Rites of Spring,
Quando Quango,
Can,
Steve Hackett,
Joe Finger,
The Standells,
FM Einheit,
Metal Thangz,
Marine Girls,
Angry Samoans,
Loose Ends,
The Monochrome Set,
Crooked Eye,
Aloha Tigers,
Model 500,
The Litter,
Guru Guru,
Q65,
Amon Düül,
Judy Mowatt,
Ice-T,
Reuben Wilson,
Second Layer,
Ossler,
Monks,
Danielle Patucci,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eli Mardock,
The Knickerbockers,
Surgeon,
John Coltrane,
Mission of Burma,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tropical Tobacco,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Main Source,
David Bowie,
Toni Rubio,
Organ,
Johnny Osbourne,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.