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 Sierra Leone and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Adolescents to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a mellotron 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 güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Blancmange,
Radiopuhelimet,
Barrington Levy,
Young Marble Giants,
The Monks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scan 7,
Funky Four + One,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joy Division,
Soul II Soul,
Youth Brigade,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
T.S.O.L.,
AZ,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Dead C,
Pussy Galore,
Zero Boys,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Kinks,
Second Layer,
Crooked Eye,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kerri Chandler,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Seeds,
The Invisible,
World's Most,
Lebanon Hanover,
Neil Young,
Amon Düül,
Sixth Finger,
the Human League,
Nils Olav,
Siglo XX,
Bobby Byrd,
Fluxion,
Fatback Band,
K-Klass,
the Soft Cell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kayak,
Oneida,
The Trojans,
Black Sheep,
Rapeman,
Japan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Arcadia,
Sparks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Q and Not U,
Massinfluence,
Boredoms,
Cal Tjader,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.