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 Togo and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Lou Christie,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Terry Callier,
Das Ding,
Von Mondo,
Robert Wyatt,
Jeff Lynne,
The Standells,
Man Eating Sloth,
FM Einheit,
Ken Boothe,
Barry Ungar,
the Fania All-Stars,
Roxy Music,
Slick Rick,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Swans,
The Black Dice,
Wolf Eyes,
Siglo XX,
EPMD,
Loose Ends,
Deadbeat,
Television Personalities,
The Barracudas,
The Mojo Men,
This Heat,
June of 44,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Flash Fearless,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Cramps,
Faust,
Saccharine Trust,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Negative Approach,
Eric Dolphy,
Quadrant,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Victims,
Nik Kershaw,
Alice Coltrane,
The Knickerbockers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Happenings,
Smog,
The Tremeloes,
Minutemen,
Bang On A Can,
Fugazi,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
ABC,
The Slits,
Agitation Free,
Johnny Osbourne,
Shuggie Otis,
Ludus,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.