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 Liechtenstein and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gerry Rafferty to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Youth Brigade,
Lindisfarne,
Mo-Dettes,
Stetsasonic,
Eli Mardock,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Skatalites,
Sugar Minott,
OOIOO,
Absolute Body Control,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Moby Grape,
Tears for Fears,
Gichy Dan,
Hoover,
The Flesh Eaters,
Connie Case,
Malaria!,
Subhumans,
the Slits,
Moebius,
Soft Machine,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Fortunes,
Stiv Bators,
Bang On A Can,
Fugazi,
Graham Central Station,
Little Man,
Con Funk Shun,
Freddie Wadling,
The Real Kids,
Patti Smith,
The Raincoats,
Jacques Brel,
The New Christs,
Danielle Patucci,
the Swans,
Nico,
Reagan Youth,
Oblivians,
Scan 7,
Reuben Wilson,
Bobby Womack,
The Wake,
KRS-One,
Sex Pistols,
Slick Rick,
Scrapy,
The Velvet Underground,
The Knickerbockers,
Cheater Slicks,
Yaz,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Spoonie Gee,
Derrick May,
The Count Five,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.