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 Rwanda and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fania All-Stars to the rock 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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a guitar 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Icehouse,
Infiniti,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Soft Cell,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Avey Tare,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kerrie Biddell,
Parry Music,
Derrick Morgan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bronski Beat,
Judy Mowatt,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gang Starr,
The Raincoats,
Rosa Yemen,
Fluxion,
Silicon Teens,
the Sonics,
The Walker Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rekid,
Boz Scaggs,
Dead Boys,
E-Dancer,
Index,
Marmalade,
DJ Sneak,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Maurizio,
Country Teasers,
Ludus,
Little Man,
The Monks,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Doors,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dark Day,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eli Mardock,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Black Dice,
Amazonics,
JFA,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Charles Mingus,
Laurel Aitken,
Susan Cadogan,
Boredoms,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tom Boy,
Roger Hodgson,
Talk Talk,
Terrestrial Tones,
Juan Atkins,
The New Christs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.