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 Austria and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Neu! to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar 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 clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Eric Copeland,
Bizarre Inc.,
Quantec,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Slackers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Charles Mingus,
Eli Mardock,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fear,
Clear Light,
Kurtis Blow,
The Buckinghams,
Second Layer,
Whodini,
Absolute Body Control,
Pole,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Moleskins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scrapy,
Grauzone,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Depeche Mode,
Skriet,
The Pretty Things,
Erasure,
Procol Harum,
B.T. Express,
Minny Pops,
Minor Threat,
CMW,
Letta Mbulu,
Dennis Brown,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Los Fastidios,
X-Ray Spex,
Monks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Busters,
Kenny Larkin,
Al Stewart,
Sonic Youth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gong,
Boz Scaggs,
Eurythmics,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Harry Pussy,
Colin Newman,
John Coltrane,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Real Kids,
a-ha,
Graham Central Station,
Nick Fraelich,
Dawn Penn,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.