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 Angola and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 New York Dolls to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
The Velvet Underground,
The Slackers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
DJ Sneak,
Procol Harum,
JFA,
Moby Grape,
Gang Green,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Alarm Clocks,
Soft Machine,
Country Teasers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Standells,
Cabaret Voltaire,
PIL,
Heaven 17,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eve St. Jones,
Michelle Simonal,
Public Image Ltd.,
KRS-One,
Max Romeo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Matthew Bourne,
The United States of America,
Vladislav Delay,
Dawn Penn,
Soft Cell,
The Leaves,
Junior Murvin,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
K-Klass,
Tom Boy,
Deakin,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rites of Spring,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Toasters,
Adolescents,
Arthur Verocai,
Dual Sessions,
Connie Case,
Ice-T,
Quando Quango,
Icehouse,
Robert Görl,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gerry Rafferty,
Flash Fearless,
Leonard Cohen,
Visage,
The Motions,
Pantaleimon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Monks,
Joy Division,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.