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 Pakistan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal 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 a rhodes 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 theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bauhaus,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
DJ Style,
Dual Sessions,
Moss Icon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Deakin,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joensuu 1685,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dead Boys,
FM Einheit,
Blancmange,
Half Japanese,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
F. McDonald,
Curtis Mayfield,
Au Pairs,
Camberwell Now,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lalann,
Janne Schatter,
Television,
The Modern Lovers,
Cymande,
Can,
Archie Shepp,
Crime,
Yellowson,
The Residents,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lou Christie,
Sexual Harrassment,
Skriet,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Suburban Knight,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rites of Spring,
Kas Product,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Banda Bassotti,
Black Bananas,
Aural Exciters,
The Divine Comedy,
The Beau Brummels,
Index,
Gang Green,
Ultra Naté,
Morten Harket,
Lindisfarne,
The Martian,
Sun City Girls,
Boz Scaggs,
Don Cherry,
Black Pus,
Pantytec,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sixth Finger,
The Birthday Party,
Nas,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.