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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Fania All-Stars to the funk 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Drive Like Jehu,
Aswad,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Terry Callier,
The Remains,
Avey Tare,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bill Wells,
The Durutti Column,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Von Mondo,
Oblivians,
Eve St. Jones,
The Saints,
Scientists,
Kenny Larkin,
Easy Going,
Bootsy Collins,
Sällskapet,
The Grass Roots,
Dawn Penn,
Pole,
Bobby Sherman,
Blake Baxter,
CMW,
Moebius,
Black Bananas,
Fat Boys,
Soft Cell,
Jandek,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Q and Not U,
Joyce Sims,
Can,
Chris & Cosey,
Grey Daturas,
Minnie Riperton,
Jeff Mills,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Danielle Patucci,
Ronan,
Sight & Sound,
The Trojans,
Ludus,
Monolake,
Tom Boy,
Pylon,
Nico,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Camberwell Now,
Joe Smooth,
the Normal,
Country Teasers,
Jerry's Kids,
Motorama,
Stetsasonic,
Japan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.