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 Liberia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Skarface,
Lakeside,
Tubeway Army,
Colin Newman,
Schoolly D,
Gang Green,
The Gun Club,
The Cowsills,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Electric Prunes,
Marine Girls,
The Slits,
Darondo,
Aural Exciters,
Reagan Youth,
The Names,
The Standells,
Infiniti,
Morten Harket,
Gregory Isaacs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eric Dolphy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scott Walker,
The Angels of Light,
The Moleskins,
Gang of Four,
Excepter,
Second Layer,
Jacob Miller,
Eli Mardock,
Gong,
Quantec,
Y Pants,
The Monochrome Set,
Nik Kershaw,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
MDC,
The Monks,
The Barracudas,
Sugar Minott,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fad Gadget,
T.S.O.L.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mission of Burma,
Joey Negro,
Robert Hood,
Charles Mingus,
Lungfish,
The United States of America,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Vainqueur,
Flash Fearless,
Rekid,
The Gap Band,
Pole,
Suicide,
The New Christs,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.