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 Korea South and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Suicide to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Harmonia,
Swans,
Spoonie Gee,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
10cc,
The Alarm Clocks,
Aloha Tigers,
Soul II Soul,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Human League,
Simply Red,
ABBA,
The Durutti Column,
Altered Images,
Vainqueur,
The Happenings,
Fear,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Goldenarms,
The Young Rascals,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Invisible,
The Kinks,
Bill Wells,
Ornette Coleman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Visage,
Fugazi,
The Moody Blues,
Pagans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Blancmange,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Oblivians,
The Wake,
Tubeway Army,
Yaz,
Maurizio,
The Evens,
Zapp,
Fat Boys,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Yazoo,
Siglo XX,
8 Eyed Spy,
Arab on Radar,
Peter & Gordon,
Robert Görl,
The Cramps,
Roxy Music,
Von Mondo,
Wolf Eyes,
Thompson Twins,
Mandrill,
Susan Cadogan,
Television,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.