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 Venezuela and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the sitar 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 In Retrospect to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba 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 oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Dual Sessions,
Tomorrow,
Lakeside,
Los Fastidios,
The Skatalites,
The Real Kids,
the Slits,
The Fuzztones,
The Doobie Brothers,
Symarip,
The Blackbyrds,
Matthew Halsall,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Thee Headcoats,
Hoover,
The Selecter,
Saccharine Trust,
Accadde A,
Royal Trux,
Wire,
Kas Product,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
FM Einheit,
Byron Stingily,
Ken Boothe,
Marcia Griffiths,
Arab on Radar,
Bluetip,
The Fortunes,
Letta Mbulu,
The Invisible,
Pussy Galore,
D'Angelo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pierre Henry,
Kenny Larkin,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
John Coltrane,
The Stooges,
Joy Division,
Cal Tjader,
Howard Jones,
World's Most,
Television,
Altered Images,
The Martian,
Blossom Toes,
Popol Vuh,
PIL,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sonic Youth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Carl Craig,
Pere Ubu,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Slits,
Pylon,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.