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 Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fugs to the grunge 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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron 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 synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
The Young Rascals,
Schoolly D,
Skaos,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Donald Byrd,
The Move,
Sound Behaviour,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ten City,
Soft Cell,
The Fall,
Eve St. Jones,
Dead Boys,
LL Cool J,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Dirtbombs,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Slits,
Dark Day,
Glenn Branca,
Zapp,
Subhumans,
cv313,
E-Dancer,
Judy Mowatt,
Liliput,
John Cale,
Shuggie Otis,
Lalann,
Derrick May,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Faust,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Minnie Riperton,
Charles Mingus,
Bootsy Collins,
Infiniti,
The Smiths,
Saccharine Trust,
Wings,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Groovy Waters,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Spandau Ballet,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ornette Coleman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gerry Rafferty,
Average White Band,
kango's stein massive,
F. McDonald,
Minny Pops,
Nick Fraelich,
Amazonics,
The Five Americans,
Zero Boys,
JFA,
Vainqueur,
Cheater Slicks,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.