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 Argentina and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Faust to the electroclash 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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe 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 chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Kurtis Blow,
Arab on Radar,
The Remains,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Graham Central Station,
The Cowsills,
Spandau Ballet,
World's Most,
Johnny Clarke,
the Normal,
The Smoke,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scott Walker,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Golliwogs,
Don Cherry,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Skatalites,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Sonics,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Swans,
Marine Girls,
Matthew Halsall,
Prince Buster,
X-102,
Parry Music,
Adolescents,
PIL,
Marmalade,
Swell Maps,
Wire,
E-Dancer,
Ultimate Spinach,
Heaven 17,
Symarip,
Television Personalities,
Ultravox,
Max Romeo,
Das Ding,
Terry Callier,
EPMD,
The Seeds,
The Raincoats,
Warsaw,
Susan Cadogan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Harry Pussy,
Panda Bear,
Siglo XX,
Masters at Work,
The Grass Roots,
Goldenarms,
The Neon Judgement,
Au Pairs,
Althea and Donna,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.