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 Andorra and from New York.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Doors to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin 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 an arpeggiator and a snare 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 a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
Wire,
Pylon,
Barry Ungar,
the Sonics,
Jandek,
Toni Rubio,
Aaron Thompson,
Andrew Hill,
The Gladiators,
Mad Mike,
Leonard Cohen,
Delta 5,
The Victims,
Pussy Galore,
Jeff Lynne,
The Raincoats,
Popol Vuh,
Patti Smith,
Funkadelic,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Amazonics,
Quantec,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Neon Judgement,
Unrelated Segments,
cv313,
Arab on Radar,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Crispian St. Peters,
Das Ding,
Ken Boothe,
Archie Shepp,
Black Flag,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cymande,
Gang Starr,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Mojo Men,
Anthony Braxton,
This Heat,
The Trojans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Crooked Eye,
Television,
Janne Schatter,
China Crisis,
Nils Olav,
Negative Approach,
Hot Snakes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Standells,
Massinfluence,
Brothers Johnson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Al Stewart,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Moleskins,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.