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 Egypt and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Piero Umiliani to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin 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 linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
The Grass Roots,
Spandau Ballet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pole,
Severed Heads,
kango's stein massive,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Suicide,
Minny Pops,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Association,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Faraquet,
Crispy Ambulance,
Flash Fearless,
Grauzone,
The Monochrome Set,
World's Most,
Tres Demented,
Clear Light,
Reagan Youth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Fortunes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Trumans Water,
Yazoo,
Idris Muhammad,
Chrome,
The Litter,
Letta Mbulu,
Erasure,
Cymande,
Wally Richardson,
Danielle Patucci,
The Modern Lovers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Star Department,
the Slits,
Man Parrish,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wings,
Japan,
Neil Young,
the Human League,
Cal Tjader,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Patti Smith,
Andrew Hill,
The Count Five,
The Raincoats,
Subhumans,
The American Breed,
Panda Bear,
Ronnie Foster,
The Kinks,
Flipper,
The Fall,
Bobby Sherman,
Harmonia,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.