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 Vanuatu and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe 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 Arab on Radar to the techno 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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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 Swans,
The New Christs,
The American Breed,
Vainqueur,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
X-101,
The Stooges,
Gabor Szabo,
Marine Girls,
Bauhaus,
Johnny Clarke,
Erasure,
The Young Rascals,
Iggy Pop,
The United States of America,
Von Mondo,
Sparks,
Hashim,
Amon Düül,
The Skatalites,
F. McDonald,
Smog,
Masters at Work,
Outsiders,
Spoonie Gee,
The Associates,
Zapp,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Arcadia,
The Five Americans,
Jandek,
Byron Stingily,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pantaleimon,
Accadde A,
Pylon,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Sonics,
Faust,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Black Pus,
The Gap Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Supertramp,
Letta Mbulu,
Albert Ayler,
Unrelated Segments,
Sound Behaviour,
June Days,
Trumans Water,
MDC,
Clear Light,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Quadrant,
Lalann,
Alphaville,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Quando Quango,
Schoolly D,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.