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 New Zealand and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bologna.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the guitar 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 Peter & Gordon to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis 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 a rhodes and a theremin 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Scion,
Girls At Our Best!,
Amon Düül,
Eli Mardock,
LL Cool J,
Malaria!,
Talk Talk,
Unwound,
PIL,
Josef K,
Black Moon,
The Dead C,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Shuggie Otis,
Depeche Mode,
Minnie Riperton,
Mark Hollis,
the Swans,
Moss Icon,
New Order,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lightning Bolt,
The Saints,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rakim,
Moby Grape,
Swell Maps,
Gregory Isaacs,
Inner City,
Davy DMX,
Leonard Cohen,
Letta Mbulu,
The Offenders,
Harry Pussy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Fire Engines,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Maurizio,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cluster,
Ornette Coleman,
The Modern Lovers,
The Litter,
Nick Fraelich,
Fat Boys,
Barbara Tucker,
The Martian,
Eurythmics,
The Blackbyrds,
Junior Murvin,
Zapp,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Golliwogs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Trojans,
Man Parrish,
The Beau Brummels,
D'Angelo,
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.