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 Kosovo and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sight & Sound to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare 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 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Davy DMX,
Sun City Girls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Morten Harket,
Wally Richardson,
FM Einheit,
Smog,
Heaven 17,
Sun Ra,
Radiohead,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
John Lydon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Inner City,
Barrington Levy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Coltrane,
John Cale,
Symarip,
the Normal,
Fugazi,
Eddi Front,
Q and Not U,
Toni Rubio,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Todd Rundgren,
New York Dolls,
Anthony Braxton,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Hot Snakes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Freddie Wadling,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rekid,
Hoover,
Mandrill,
E-Dancer,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Young Rascals,
Ornette Coleman,
Maleditus Sound,
Moebius,
Bobby Byrd,
Rhythm & Sound,
Arab on Radar,
JFA,
Kas Product,
La Düsseldorf,
The Fuzztones,
Pharoah Sanders,
Youth Brigade,
Kurtis Blow,
Qualms,
The Music Machine,
Tears for Fears,
The Fugs,
Gang of Four,
Deepchord,
World's Most,
X-Ray Spex,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.