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 Greece and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Pop Group to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an oboe 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 synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Moody Blues,
ABC,
Cal Tjader,
John Foxx,
Fad Gadget,
The Grass Roots,
Bob Dylan,
Can,
The Raincoats,
Technova,
Arcadia,
ABBA,
Wasted Youth,
Boredoms,
Subhumans,
Scan 7,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roxette,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Public Image Ltd.,
Qualms,
Fela Kuti,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eve St. Jones,
Crime,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sandy B,
Magma,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wire,
Barrington Levy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tres Demented,
X-101,
The Busters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Albert Ayler,
The Knickerbockers,
CMW,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Magazine,
Glambeats Corp.,
World's Most,
The Seeds,
This Heat,
Minor Threat,
Neu!,
Skriet,
Toni Rubio,
James White and The Blacks,
Television,
Sex Pistols,
Scott Walker,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.