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 Solomon Islands and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 L. Decosne to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar 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 arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
The Flesh Eaters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dorothy Ashby,
Yazoo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cluster,
Black Pus,
Blossom Toes,
KRS-One,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Maurizio,
The Electric Prunes,
the Swans,
Neil Young,
Wolf Eyes,
Arthur Verocai,
Black Moon,
Q65,
Amon Düül II,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Human League,
Lyres,
Judy Mowatt,
Spandau Ballet,
The Fortunes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eric Dolphy,
Iggy Pop,
Swell Maps,
Michelle Simonal,
The Pop Group,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Kinks,
Gichy Dan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Stooges,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Count Five,
Yaz,
Pulsallama,
the Bar-Kays,
Susan Cadogan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Associates,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Litter,
The Doors,
DJ Sneak,
Gabor Szabo,
Magma,
Peter and Kerry,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Detroit Cobras,
Graham Central Station,
Stockholm Monsters,
Roxy Music,
Accadde A,
Terrestrial Tones,
L. Decosne,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.