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 Malawi and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Mr. Review to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator 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 marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Suicide,
Soft Machine,
The Walker Brothers,
Bronski Beat,
The Real Kids,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Average White Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
10cc,
H. Thieme,
Silicon Teens,
Eddi Front,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Main Source,
Aswad,
Peter & Gordon,
Radiohead,
The Searchers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
ABC,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Neon Judgement,
Davy DMX,
Rotary Connection,
Essential Logic,
Animal Collective,
Boredoms,
Soulsonic Force,
Radiopuhelimet,
Saccharine Trust,
Byron Stingily,
Agitation Free,
DNA,
The Star Department,
Lungfish,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sex Pistols,
Jesper Dahlback,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Happenings,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Leaves,
The Gories,
Newcleus,
Wire,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobby Sherman,
Sixth Finger,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Aloha Tigers,
Desert Stars,
Cymande,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Blackbyrds,
Crash Course in Science,
The United States of America,
the Bar-Kays,
Sugar Minott,
X-Ray Spex,
Procol Harum,
Massinfluence,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.