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 Nicaragua and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Crash Course in Science to the crunk 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba 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 snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Fad Gadget,
The Fall,
Bobby Byrd,
Eden Ahbez,
David Bowie,
The Index,
Toni Rubio,
The Neon Judgement,
Pere Ubu,
The Mummies,
Hashim,
The Buckinghams,
Interpol,
The Last Poets,
Urselle,
The Dirtbombs,
Vladislav Delay,
Simply Red,
Joensuu 1685,
Rotary Connection,
Frankie Knuckles,
Blancmange,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Unwound,
kango's stein massive,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Detroit Cobras,
Duran Duran,
T. Rex,
DJ Sneak,
a-ha,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Zero Boys,
The Smiths,
Grandmaster Flash,
8 Eyed Spy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nick Fraelich,
Henry Cow,
Davy DMX,
Terry Callier,
Quadrant,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Music Machine,
Jawbox,
Jeff Lynne,
Excepter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Patti Smith,
Spandau Ballet,
DJ Style,
Unrelated Segments,
Cecil Taylor,
Deakin,
Suicide,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Connie Case,
Soft Machine,
Oblivians,
Roxette,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Deepchord,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.