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 Vanuatu and from New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fear to the electroclash 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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar 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 linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Marvin Gaye,
Bill Wells,
Eric Dolphy,
Aswad,
Sixth Finger,
Flash Fearless,
Eve St. Jones,
Derrick Morgan,
The Happenings,
Graham Central Station,
Minor Threat,
Althea and Donna,
Arthur Verocai,
Donny Hathaway,
Rekid,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Groovy Waters,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dawn Penn,
Cabaret Voltaire,
kango's stein massive,
Traffic Nightmare,
Soft Cell,
Visage,
Das Ding,
Sun Ra,
Crash Course in Science,
Quando Quango,
Colin Newman,
Porter Ricks,
Amon Düül,
The Raincoats,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Moody Blues,
The Blues Magoos,
Jandek,
Scratch Acid,
Mr. Review,
Alton Ellis,
Patti Smith,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Moebius,
Jerry Gold Smith,
K-Klass,
LL Cool J,
The Pretty Things,
The Victims,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Barry Ungar,
Grauzone,
Eurythmics,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lower 48,
Radiohead,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Magazine,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Royal Trux,
Livin' Joy,
Vladislav Delay,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.