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 Belgium and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Victims to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba 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 spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Alphaville,
The Sonics,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Walker Brothers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Smoke,
Marc Almond,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Dead C,
a-ha,
The Saints,
Dawn Penn,
The Seeds,
Lalann,
Juan Atkins,
Sun City Girls,
Public Enemy,
Buzzcocks,
The Golliwogs,
Urselle,
Marine Girls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
R.M.O.,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
David Axelrod,
X-Ray Spex,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Radiohead,
The Modern Lovers,
Piero Umiliani,
Alton Ellis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Intrusion,
The J.B.'s,
Silicon Teens,
Youth Brigade,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Henry Cow,
Slave,
Lou Reed,
Unwound,
The Moleskins,
Sun Ra,
The Blues Magoos,
Rites of Spring,
Cybotron,
Deadbeat,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
U.S. Maple,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Neon Judgement,
Anakelly,
Lindisfarne,
The Raincoats,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.