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 China and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Tubeway Army to the techno 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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba 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 güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Eddi Front,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Faust,
Radiohead,
The Shadows of Knight,
Los Fastidios,
Roxette,
Lightning Bolt,
EPMD,
Robert Wyatt,
Boredoms,
Boogie Down Productions,
Archie Shepp,
Marmalade,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Schoolly D,
Monks,
Mr. Review,
The Sonics,
Laurel Aitken,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Flesh Eaters,
E-Dancer,
Skarface,
Eric Copeland,
Can,
Young Marble Giants,
The Modern Lovers,
John Holt,
Stockholm Monsters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ken Boothe,
T.S.O.L.,
Liliput,
Howard Jones,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lou Christie,
Blake Baxter,
Jeff Lynne,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joy Division,
Kenny Larkin,
Brand Nubian,
Steve Hackett,
Adolescents,
The Skatalites,
Magazine,
The Smoke,
the Association,
Nik Kershaw,
FM Einheit,
John Coltrane,
Donny Hathaway,
Danielle Patucci,
The Names,
Sonic Youth,
Pussy Galore,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.