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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum 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 Jeff Lynne to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord 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 a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Roxette,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
This Heat,
Sun Ra,
Ituana,
The Blues Magoos,
Henry Cow,
Rapeman,
Alton Ellis,
Zapp,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jesper Dahlback,
Television Personalities,
Fat Boys,
ABC,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sandy B,
the Slits,
New Age Steppers,
Surgeon,
Yellowson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cal Tjader,
the Sonics,
Porter Ricks,
Judy Mowatt,
Josef K,
The Human League,
The Barracudas,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dave Gahan,
Goldenarms,
The Raincoats,
Unrelated Segments,
Curtis Mayfield,
John Coltrane,
The Cowsills,
The Dead C,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Camouflage,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pere Ubu,
Junior Murvin,
Darondo,
Lou Reed,
Sällskapet,
Blake Baxter,
The Gladiators,
Marcia Griffiths,
Donald Byrd,
cv313,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Peter & Gordon,
Excepter,
Howard Jones,
Skarface,
Wasted Youth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dead Boys,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.