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 Malta and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Salvador.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Harpers Bizarre to the funk 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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a sitar and a linndrum 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Misunderstood,
The Dead C,
Avey Tare,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tears for Fears,
Marvin Gaye,
Symarip,
Oblivians,
Marshall Jefferson,
Visage,
The Skatalites,
The Saints,
Qualms,
Big Daddy Kane,
Janne Schatter,
ABC,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Remains,
Rod Modell,
The Sound,
Fela Kuti,
John Foxx,
The Alarm Clocks,
Byron Stingily,
The Star Department,
Tomorrow,
Section 25,
Reuben Wilson,
Gang Starr,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pantytec,
Graham Central Station,
Funkadelic,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lee Hazlewood,
Clear Light,
Wally Richardson,
Au Pairs,
Pagans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Associates,
Bush Tetras,
L. Decosne,
Panda Bear,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Flag,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Average White Band,
OOIOO,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Boz Scaggs,
Kayak,
Dave Gahan,
Deakin,
Hardrive,
Jacques Brel,
H. Thieme,
The United States of America,
Peter & Gordon,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.