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 Vietnam and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Raincoats to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Arcadia,
Blake Baxter,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ten City,
DJ Style,
Spandau Ballet,
Fatback Band,
Todd Terry,
Leonard Cohen,
Hasil Adkins,
Anthony Braxton,
Young Marble Giants,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sun City Girls,
Iggy Pop,
Brand Nubian,
Lalann,
The Fire Engines,
The Cramps,
Jesper Dahlback,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Buckinghams,
The Saints,
The Seeds,
Dave Gahan,
Chrome,
Dawn Penn,
Wire,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gang of Four,
Gabor Szabo,
Yaz,
It's A Beautiful Day,
John Foxx,
The Fall,
The Birthday Party,
Slick Rick,
Joy Division,
a-ha,
Moby Grape,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Piero Umiliani,
Dead Boys,
Warren Ellis,
Boz Scaggs,
Johnny Clarke,
Stiv Bators,
Easy Going,
Pere Ubu,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Coltrane,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Steve Hackett,
Man Parrish,
Barrington Levy,
Sandy B,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soft Cell,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.