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 Madagascar and from Halifax.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and New York.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jeru the Damaja to the punk 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a güiro and a theremin 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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 Cure,
Rotary Connection,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Severed Heads,
Jimmy McGriff,
Godley & Creme,
John Holt,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Buzzcocks,
Anthony Braxton,
Michelle Simonal,
Joy Division,
Deakin,
John Cale,
The Gladiators,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Standells,
Arcadia,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Vladislav Delay,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cluster,
Marc Almond,
Goldenarms,
Erasure,
The Knickerbockers,
Sound Behaviour,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Johnny Osbourne,
New Order,
Alison Limerick,
The Slackers,
The Angels of Light,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Robert Hood,
The Smoke,
Jacob Miller,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kevin Saunderson,
Das Ding,
Joey Negro,
Banda Bassotti,
Letta Mbulu,
Dave Gahan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Animal Collective,
Rosa Yemen,
Brothers Johnson,
Rod Modell,
Magma,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rhythm & Sound,
Oneida,
The Gap Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Delta 5,
The Skatalites,
Brass Construction,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.