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 Benin and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the sitar 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 Au Pairs to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum 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 arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
John Foxx,
Nils Olav,
Davy DMX,
Kaleidoscope,
Amon Düül II,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Junior Murvin,
The Cramps,
Fugazi,
Hot Snakes,
Kayak,
Los Fastidios,
Pere Ubu,
The Saints,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kenny Larkin,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ronan,
Joyce Sims,
Skaos,
Stereo Dub,
Joe Smooth,
Eric B and Rakim,
Monolake,
Aswad,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sixth Finger,
Roy Ayers,
Joensuu 1685,
Pagans,
EPMD,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Henry Cow,
Moss Icon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Camouflage,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Human League,
Q and Not U,
Cluster,
Popol Vuh,
A Certain Ratio,
Eurythmics,
Mr. Review,
The Techniques,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Mummies,
Jacob Miller,
Girls At Our Best!,
Archie Shepp,
Television Personalities,
8 Eyed Spy,
Colin Newman,
Gang Starr,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cal Tjader,
Fatback Band,
Das Ding,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.