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 Hungary and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
The Moody Blues,
The Remains,
Pagans,
The Wake,
The Motions,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mr. Review,
Leonard Cohen,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Piero Umiliani,
Bronski Beat,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eurythmics,
Boz Scaggs,
Tres Demented,
Eve St. Jones,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Au Pairs,
Grey Daturas,
AZ,
The Cowsills,
The Misunderstood,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Urselle,
The Mojo Men,
Model 500,
The Moleskins,
Audionom,
Bluetip,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lyres,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lightning Bolt,
Scrapy,
Crime,
the Human League,
Oneida,
Fluxion,
Fugazi,
Arthur Verocai,
Moebius,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Funky Four + One,
Lucky Dragons,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Junior Murvin,
Jeff Mills,
The Electric Prunes,
The Human League,
Thee Headcoats,
Organ,
The Residents,
X-101,
The Dave Clark Five,
Faust,
U.S. Maple,
Sam Rivers,
Pere Ubu,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.