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 Seychelles and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Das Ding to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a harpsichord and a synthesizer 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 clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
The Skatalites,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Freddie Wadling,
Franke,
D'Angelo,
Deakin,
Monolake,
Severed Heads,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dorothy Ashby,
Crispian St. Peters,
Howard Jones,
The Monks,
Joyce Sims,
Thompson Twins,
Desert Stars,
Juan Atkins,
Minutemen,
Lalo Schifrin,
Aloha Tigers,
Byron Stingily,
Sight & Sound,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Newcleus,
Glenn Branca,
Animal Collective,
The Dead C,
Arthur Verocai,
Black Sheep,
Guru Guru,
48th St. Collective,
Sixth Finger,
The American Breed,
Cymande,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Neil Young,
The Fall,
Gang of Four,
A Certain Ratio,
The Fire Engines,
Zapp,
The Real Kids,
Erykah Badu,
Black Moon,
Tears for Fears,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bootsy Collins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Associates,
The Saints,
Judy Mowatt,
Donald Byrd,
Joe Finger,
Adolescents,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.