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 Sweden and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Offenders to the rock 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 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 spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
X-102,
Metal Thangz,
Gang Starr,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Blancmange,
The Sonics,
The Associates,
X-Ray Spex,
Deadbeat,
Guru Guru,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kayak,
Young Marble Giants,
CMW,
Wasted Youth,
The Names,
Youth Brigade,
Pylon,
Wally Richardson,
The Modern Lovers,
Minutemen,
KRS-One,
Sarah Menescal,
the Association,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cybotron,
Blake Baxter,
Mantronix,
Wolf Eyes,
Neu!,
Slick Rick,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Pop Group,
Hashim,
Joyce Sims,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Toasters,
Lungfish,
Bizarre Inc.,
Amazonics,
Bobby Womack,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Royal Trux,
Colin Newman,
Sixth Finger,
Traffic Nightmare,
A Certain Ratio,
Hasil Adkins,
Crooked Eye,
Outsiders,
Terry Callier,
Hardrive,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jandek,
Alison Limerick,
Alton Ellis,
Sugar Minott,
Boredoms,
Minnie Riperton,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.