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 Sudan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Robert Palmer 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 kango's stein massive to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Bill Wells,
Infiniti,
Barry Ungar,
The Smiths,
the Bar-Kays,
New York Dolls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Guru Guru,
Joe Smooth,
Jeff Lynne,
Unwound,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Juan Atkins,
Dual Sessions,
Grey Daturas,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Toni Rubio,
Funky Four + One,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Moon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Prince Buster,
Roxette,
Moss Icon,
Josef K,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Steve Hackett,
Patti Smith,
Joy Division,
Oblivians,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Germs,
The United States of America,
Outsiders,
David Bowie,
The Kinks,
Rites of Spring,
Glenn Branca,
Lee Hazlewood,
Byron Stingily,
Deadbeat,
Joensuu 1685,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Red Krayola,
Danielle Patucci,
Nik Kershaw,
Lalann,
Blossom Toes,
The Remains,
The Victims,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Minor Threat,
Matthew Halsall,
Cheater Slicks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Evens,
Nick Fraelich,
Joey Negro,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.