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 Paraguay and from Taipei.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the techno 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron 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 sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
The Gun Club,
Drexciya,
Danielle Patucci,
Ken Boothe,
LL Cool J,
a-ha,
Gerry Rafferty,
Radiohead,
Crime,
Parry Music,
Alice Coltrane,
PIL,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Barry Ungar,
Juan Atkins,
Maleditus Sound,
The Kinks,
CMW,
Malaria!,
Judy Mowatt,
Kenny Larkin,
Zapp,
Funky Four + One,
Spoonie Gee,
Public Enemy,
Dave Gahan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Unwound,
Gong,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lalann,
The Associates,
DJ Sneak,
Sparks,
The Smoke,
Eric Copeland,
Bang On A Can,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Royal Trux,
Oblivians,
Roxette,
Stockholm Monsters,
A Certain Ratio,
Rites of Spring,
Kurtis Blow,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Slick Rick,
Blake Baxter,
The Martian,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
DNA,
Tommy Roe,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kerri Chandler,
E-Dancer,
Barclay James Harvest,
B.T. Express,
The Residents,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lucky Dragons,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.