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 Thailand and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Vogues to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord 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 guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Nik Kershaw,
Johnny Osbourne,
Charles Mingus,
the Sonics,
The Detroit Cobras,
Radiohead,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ludus,
Eric Copeland,
the Soft Cell,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
EPMD,
The Kinks,
Sun City Girls,
Sarah Menescal,
Rosa Yemen,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Monolake,
Bauhaus,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Arcadia,
Average White Band,
Audionom,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kerrie Biddell,
Judy Mowatt,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Amon Düül,
Oneida,
The Barracudas,
Mission of Burma,
Maleditus Sound,
Cameo,
Qualms,
The Dave Clark Five,
Model 500,
Cabaret Voltaire,
48th St. Collective,
B.T. Express,
the Slits,
The Litter,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Intrusion,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sugar Minott,
T. Rex,
Grauzone,
Matthew Halsall,
The Martian,
Wire,
Sister Nancy,
Skaos,
Rites of Spring,
Chris & Cosey,
Robert Görl,
Moss Icon,
KRS-One,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joe Smooth,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.