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 Namibia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Slits to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
The Walker Brothers,
Sex Pistols,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scion,
Joe Smooth,
The Angels of Light,
The Cure,
Al Stewart,
David Axelrod,
Outsiders,
Archie Shepp,
Pet Shop Boys,
Technova,
the Normal,
Eli Mardock,
Jeff Lynne,
Vladislav Delay,
Masters at Work,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Human League,
Prince Buster,
Colin Newman,
Yusef Lateef,
Sarah Menescal,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dark Day,
Sixth Finger,
Barry Ungar,
Underground Resistance,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Animal Collective,
Hoover,
Marshall Jefferson,
Godley & Creme,
The United States of America,
Minny Pops,
Toni Rubio,
Nick Fraelich,
Lungfish,
Tres Demented,
kango's stein massive,
X-102,
Iggy Pop,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sam Rivers,
Sun Ra,
The Mojo Men,
The Gladiators,
Swans,
Dawn Penn,
Lightning Bolt,
Visage,
The Golliwogs,
The Pop Group,
Japan,
Nils Olav,
The Raincoats,
Hardrive,
Section 25,
Schoolly D,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.