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 Burkina and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the 808 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 the Slits to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a rhodes and a güiro 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 harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Drexciya,
MC5,
Marvin Gaye,
Surgeon,
the Association,
Soulsonic Force,
Eddi Front,
Black Pus,
Toni Rubio,
Peter and Kerry,
a-ha,
Steve Hackett,
John Foxx,
The Stooges,
Young Marble Giants,
Angry Samoans,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pussy Galore,
The Divine Comedy,
Schoolly D,
Joe Finger,
Los Fastidios,
These Immortal Souls,
Index,
Minny Pops,
Juan Atkins,
Dual Sessions,
Q65,
Pole,
Crooked Eye,
Ludus,
The Last Poets,
Derrick Morgan,
The Real Kids,
Youth Brigade,
Lakeside,
David McCallum,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nirvana,
Royal Trux,
Eve St. Jones,
Cymande,
Pagans,
Amazonics,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Trumans Water,
Jacob Miller,
Alton Ellis,
The Knickerbockers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marine Girls,
Massinfluence,
John Cale,
The Five Americans,
Ten City,
The Index,
the Swans,
Janne Schatter,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.