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 South Africa and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin 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 Nas to the funk 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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 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 organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Suburban Knight,
The Kinks,
Jerry's Kids,
Siglo XX,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Funky Four + One,
MDC,
Accadde A,
Sparks,
The Slackers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eve St. Jones,
The Gap Band,
Vainqueur,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Martian,
Joey Negro,
Bluetip,
The Zeros,
ABBA,
Ice-T,
Faust,
the Sonics,
Television,
Sixth Finger,
Scrapy,
The Gladiators,
Davy DMX,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Depeche Mode,
Lucky Dragons,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nirvana,
Joyce Sims,
Blake Baxter,
Erasure,
the Normal,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pantaleimon,
Young Marble Giants,
The Modern Lovers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Visage,
David Axelrod,
Heaven 17,
The Real Kids,
Jeff Mills,
Ituana,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Duran Duran,
Liliput,
The Last Poets,
The Busters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Hasil Adkins,
Faraquet,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.