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 San Marino and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cramps 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Gichy Dan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bush Tetras,
Flash Fearless,
the Germs,
One Last Wish,
The J.B.'s,
Charles Mingus,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eric Dolphy,
Tubeway Army,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bronski Beat,
Nirvana,
June Days,
Make Up,
Morten Harket,
The Cowsills,
In Retrospect,
Black Flag,
Drexciya,
Godley & Creme,
Tres Demented,
Bauhaus,
Q and Not U,
The Skatalites,
Desert Stars,
Crooked Eye,
The Cure,
Quadrant,
Spoonie Gee,
The Move,
Rekid,
The Techniques,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dave Gahan,
Organ,
David Axelrod,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Oneida,
Anakelly,
Johnny Clarke,
Khruangbin,
The Leaves,
EPMD,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lyres,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
This Heat,
Lou Christie,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wire,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Television Personalities,
Absolute Body Control,
Blake Baxter,
Japan,
Avey Tare,
Reuben Wilson,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.