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 Papua New Guinea and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 Columbus and Paris.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Smog to the rock 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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a guitar 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 sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Eurythmics,
kango's stein massive,
The Gun Club,
The Kinks,
Brand Nubian,
the Soft Cell,
Minnie Riperton,
Bobby Byrd,
In Retrospect,
The Mummies,
Stockholm Monsters,
Boogie Down Productions,
Make Up,
Ultravox,
Country Teasers,
Letta Mbulu,
Henry Cow,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Cramps,
Sonic Youth,
Adolescents,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nils Olav,
The Associates,
Warren Ellis,
Albert Ayler,
Hasil Adkins,
Matthew Halsall,
Ralphi Rosario,
a-ha,
The Move,
Organ,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tim Buckley,
Dawn Penn,
Ultra Naté,
Boz Scaggs,
Wire,
Michelle Simonal,
The Searchers,
David McCallum,
Saccharine Trust,
Cal Tjader,
Gichy Dan,
Zapp,
Flamin' Groovies,
Anthony Braxton,
Funkadelic,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Moody Blues,
Bush Tetras,
Subhumans,
Moby Grape,
Bobby Womack,
Harry Pussy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bob Dylan,
Robert Hood,
Ronan,
Cluster,
The Trojans,
Niagra,
Rotary Connection,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.