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 China and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lalo Schifrin to the dance 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin 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 synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
MDC,
Stereo Dub,
The Standells,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Althea and Donna,
Lightning Bolt,
Cluster,
LL Cool J,
Country Teasers,
Kenny Larkin,
Flamin' Groovies,
Unrelated Segments,
Peter and Kerry,
Spoonie Gee,
Liliput,
Lucky Dragons,
Lee Hazlewood,
Das Ding,
Essential Logic,
Nils Olav,
The New Christs,
Mantronix,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bill Near,
Arab on Radar,
Johnny Clarke,
Sandy B,
The Birthday Party,
Lindisfarne,
Dark Day,
Nirvana,
Underground Resistance,
Fat Boys,
X-Ray Spex,
The Monks,
The Motions,
Darondo,
Duran Duran,
Amon Düül II,
Au Pairs,
R.M.O.,
Wasted Youth,
Lyres,
Motorama,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Funkadelic,
Amazonics,
The Angels of Light,
Aswad,
Moebius,
Eddi Front,
The Selecter,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Erasure,
The Mojo Men,
Terrestrial Tones,
Vainqueur,
Accadde A,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.