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 Fiji and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Crime to the crunk 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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
The Cowsills,
Alphaville,
Minutemen,
the Slits,
Kerrie Biddell,
Silicon Teens,
Zapp,
Al Stewart,
Sällskapet,
Flamin' Groovies,
X-101,
Soft Machine,
The Victims,
Amazonics,
Girls At Our Best!,
Deakin,
Q and Not U,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Goldenarms,
Blake Baxter,
kango's stein massive,
Eve St. Jones,
Ossler,
Johnny Clarke,
Bush Tetras,
Pulsallama,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pierre Henry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Yaz,
The Buckinghams,
Leonard Cohen,
Tears for Fears,
Soulsonic Force,
Public Image Ltd.,
Arcadia,
The Slits,
Kenny Larkin,
Bob Dylan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Mummies,
Interpol,
Kaleidoscope,
The Gun Club,
Talk Talk,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Monochrome Set,
The Velvet Underground,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Vainqueur,
Lakeside,
Fugazi,
The Walker Brothers,
CMW,
The Leaves,
Wolf Eyes,
La Düsseldorf,
Deadbeat,
Barry Ungar,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.