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 Oman and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Roxette to the disco 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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes 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 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
The Move,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
New Order,
Khruangbin,
Camberwell Now,
Soft Cell,
Visage,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sun City Girls,
The Divine Comedy,
Ken Boothe,
Jandek,
Parry Music,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Blossom Toes,
Japan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
World's Most,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Red Krayola,
Thompson Twins,
Slave,
Nik Kershaw,
Toni Rubio,
Rapeman,
PIL,
Bluetip,
Arcadia,
Anakelly,
Kayak,
Aloha Tigers,
U.S. Maple,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Quadrant,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eddi Front,
Kenny Larkin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hasil Adkins,
Von Mondo,
John Coltrane,
These Immortal Souls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobby Sherman,
EPMD,
Masters at Work,
Scott Walker,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eyeless In Gaza,
David McCallum,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
X-101,
Swans,
the Soft Cell,
Minor Threat,
Spoonie Gee,
Lalann,
Leonard Cohen,
Outsiders,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.