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 East Timor and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Main Source to the techno 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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Niagra,
UT,
The Tremeloes,
Altered Images,
Lakeside,
Sällskapet,
Das Ding,
Sonny Sharrock,
Donny Hathaway,
D'Angelo,
Pole,
The Slackers,
John Lydon,
Eric Copeland,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Urselle,
Boredoms,
Junior Murvin,
Bronski Beat,
Main Source,
Bush Tetras,
Maurizio,
Underground Resistance,
Joensuu 1685,
The Vogues,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Laurel Aitken,
Camberwell Now,
Spandau Ballet,
Eve St. Jones,
Stockholm Monsters,
Todd Rundgren,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Flag,
Michelle Simonal,
Eden Ahbez,
Scientists,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Associates,
The Doors,
Livin' Joy,
Althea and Donna,
The Gap Band,
Cameo,
R.M.O.,
Barclay James Harvest,
Frankie Knuckles,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tres Demented,
Alison Limerick,
The Fortunes,
Minnie Riperton,
Grauzone,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Desert Stars,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.