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 Morocco and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer 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 The Star Department to the dance 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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Surgeon,
Shoche,
Fort Wilson Riot,
U.S. Maple,
T. Rex,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Searchers,
Althea and Donna,
Godley & Creme,
Ludus,
The Busters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Young Marble Giants,
F. McDonald,
Eve St. Jones,
Nick Fraelich,
Neu!,
AZ,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eli Mardock,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Anakelly,
Newcleus,
X-Ray Spex,
Japan,
Magma,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wings,
the Normal,
Wasted Youth,
Josef K,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Peter and Kerry,
Andrew Hill,
The Litter,
Nik Kershaw,
Lower 48,
The Moleskins,
Janne Schatter,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Erykah Badu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Slits,
Gong,
Warren Ellis,
Tubeway Army,
MDC,
Yaz,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Toni Rubio,
Archie Shepp,
Echospace,
The Barracudas,
Ralphi Rosario,
Niagra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Index,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Birthday Party,
Banda Bassotti,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.