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 Brunei and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Matthew Halsall to the funk 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba 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 linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Kool Moe Dee,
T. Rex,
Jawbox,
Alphaville,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pere Ubu,
Q65,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Charles Mingus,
Bang On A Can,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tim Buckley,
Skaos,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
John Coltrane,
The Velvet Underground,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Oneida,
Bizarre Inc.,
Funky Four + One,
The Tremeloes,
Jeff Lynne,
Pierre Henry,
Fluxion,
The Gladiators,
Procol Harum,
Eric B and Rakim,
Organ,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Don Cherry,
Trumans Water,
Hardrive,
The Mojo Men,
Archie Shepp,
Radio Birdman,
The Fall,
The Misunderstood,
Japan,
Sandy B,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sarah Menescal,
The Pop Group,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ronan,
Patti Smith,
Scrapy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Swans,
Sun City Girls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Faust,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Prince Buster,
Smog,
New York Dolls,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.