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 Zambia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Television to the dance 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
The American Breed,
Wolf Eyes,
Vainqueur,
Dead Boys,
Erasure,
Masters at Work,
Underground Resistance,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Thee Headcoats,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Germs,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Swans,
Freddie Wadling,
Royal Trux,
Black Flag,
Arab on Radar,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Monochrome Set,
Eurythmics,
Ituana,
Girls At Our Best!,
Janne Schatter,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ken Boothe,
Nik Kershaw,
Nico,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tim Buckley,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ralphi Rosario,
Altered Images,
Echospace,
The Associates,
Brand Nubian,
Bauhaus,
Fluxion,
Lindisfarne,
Cecil Taylor,
Morten Harket,
The Fire Engines,
Neil Young,
The Pretty Things,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
48th St. Collective,
The Young Rascals,
Funkadelic,
Cheater Slicks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
MC5,
The Trojans,
Simply Red,
Q and Not U,
Max Romeo,
the Normal,
Saccharine Trust,
Harmonia,
Fat Boys,
Patti Smith,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.