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 Belize and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum 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 Shadows of Knight 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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer 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 arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Blancmange,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Names,
Joey Negro,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Warsaw,
Spoonie Gee,
The Mojo Men,
Essential Logic,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gang Starr,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Leaves,
The Doobie Brothers,
Todd Rundgren,
Bauhaus,
Joyce Sims,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Golliwogs,
The Stooges,
Avey Tare,
Deepchord,
Tubeway Army,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Remains,
Ornette Coleman,
The Motions,
Pagans,
Silicon Teens,
Jandek,
The Young Rascals,
Newcleus,
Colin Newman,
Nils Olav,
Youth Brigade,
Soft Cell,
Brand Nubian,
Massinfluence,
Soulsonic Force,
Banda Bassotti,
John Cale,
Marine Girls,
Organ,
Black Moon,
Jeff Mills,
The Victims,
Black Flag,
Graham Central Station,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Magma,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Electric Prunes,
Derrick May,
Jawbox,
The Slackers,
Scientists,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.