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 Chile and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Nirvana to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a rhodes 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 organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Bootsy Collins,
Rites of Spring,
Fela Kuti,
Guru Guru,
Frankie Knuckles,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sparks,
The Angels of Light,
Simply Red,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Radiohead,
The Searchers,
Eden Ahbez,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Accadde A,
Scientists,
The Durutti Column,
Black Pus,
The Black Dice,
Quantec,
Symarip,
10cc,
Audionom,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Blancmange,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Cure,
Arcadia,
The Standells,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Minor Threat,
MC5,
The Evens,
Cecil Taylor,
Crash Course in Science,
Fear,
Big Daddy Kane,
Barbara Tucker,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lalann,
Flamin' Groovies,
Idris Muhammad,
Scott Walker,
48th St. Collective,
Donny Hathaway,
Pere Ubu,
Babytalk,
EPMD,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soft Machine,
Black Flag,
Maleditus Sound,
Aloha Tigers,
FM Einheit,
Dark Day,
Joyce Sims,
Archie Shepp,
Talk Talk,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.