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 Gambia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin 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 Black Flag to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe 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 snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Moody Blues,
The Blues Magoos,
Peter and Kerry,
Organ,
Lungfish,
Yellowson,
Technova,
Cecil Taylor,
The Doors,
Scion,
Howard Jones,
The Motions,
Procol Harum,
Mary Jane Girls,
Brothers Johnson,
Soulsonic Force,
Tropical Tobacco,
Amazonics,
Au Pairs,
The American Breed,
Ossler,
Rekid,
Fluxion,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Suicide,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
CMW,
The Last Poets,
Nas,
Theoretical Girls,
Thee Headcoats,
Desert Stars,
Visage,
Faust,
World's Most,
Fear,
Niagra,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ornette Coleman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Make Up,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Derrick Morgan,
Jeff Lynne,
Ronnie Foster,
Lou Christie,
Soft Machine,
One Last Wish,
Todd Rundgren,
Gichy Dan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Hardrive,
Jacob Miller,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
New Order,
Joyce Sims,
Wings,
Symarip,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.