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 Turkmenistan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Alison Limerick to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar 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 theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
The Happenings,
The United States of America,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bobby Womack,
The Modern Lovers,
Hot Snakes,
Slave,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rotary Connection,
Bobby Byrd,
Slick Rick,
Brothers Johnson,
Ten City,
Crispy Ambulance,
New Order,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dark Day,
Camouflage,
Porter Ricks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Soft Machine,
Gichy Dan,
DJ Sneak,
John Foxx,
Black Bananas,
Matthew Halsall,
The American Breed,
The Mummies,
Carl Craig,
Little Man,
The Index,
The Angels of Light,
Mo-Dettes,
Kevin Saunderson,
June of 44,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Amazonics,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nico,
Sexual Harrassment,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Litter,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Toasters,
Monks,
Heaven 17,
the Normal,
The Red Krayola,
Black Flag,
Nils Olav,
Goldenarms,
Sight & Sound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ice-T,
Radio Birdman,
Kenny Larkin,
Fela Kuti,
Con Funk Shun,
Mark Hollis,
Reuben Wilson,
Liliput,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.