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 Croatia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro 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 snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
James White and The Blacks,
Monks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Los Fastidios,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dual Sessions,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Symarip,
Gregory Isaacs,
Black Pus,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
A Certain Ratio,
the Soft Cell,
The Young Rascals,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Aloha Tigers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Man Parrish,
Nas,
Ronnie Foster,
Model 500,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marc Almond,
New York Dolls,
Magazine,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bobby Sherman,
The Trojans,
Josef K,
Andrew Hill,
Bauhaus,
Laurel Aitken,
The Monks,
Au Pairs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scratch Acid,
The Golliwogs,
Suburban Knight,
Black Sheep,
Sex Pistols,
Morten Harket,
Boz Scaggs,
Bang On A Can,
Motorama,
The Invisible,
PIL,
Faust,
Gang Starr,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Television Personalities,
Barrington Levy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Dirtbombs,
La Düsseldorf,
The Music Machine,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Happenings,
Stockholm Monsters,
Depeche Mode,
Nico,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.