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 Ecuador and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 X-101 to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 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 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Brothers Johnson,
Kerri Chandler,
Colin Newman,
Amazonics,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pulsallama,
Joensuu 1685,
New Order,
Johnny Clarke,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mr. Review,
Lower 48,
The Barracudas,
Archie Shepp,
Newcleus,
Arab on Radar,
FM Einheit,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Moleskins,
Prince Buster,
Al Stewart,
Rakim,
Monolake,
Royal Trux,
Grandmaster Flash,
Swell Maps,
Talk Talk,
John Holt,
Freddie Wadling,
Joey Negro,
One Last Wish,
MC5,
E-Dancer,
the Swans,
Harry Pussy,
The Fortunes,
Kaleidoscope,
Au Pairs,
Ituana,
Pet Shop Boys,
Inner City,
Mark Hollis,
Pylon,
Leonard Cohen,
Skriet,
the Fania All-Stars,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Standells,
New Age Steppers,
Tim Buckley,
Jacques Brel,
Procol Harum,
Deakin,
Lungfish,
Goldenarms,
Danielle Patucci,
Jeff Mills,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.