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 Maldives and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Marvin Gaye to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Mr. Review,
Kayak,
Mantronix,
The Five Americans,
The Monochrome Set,
Sight & Sound,
Scrapy,
the Human League,
Visage,
One Last Wish,
Kevin Saunderson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Basic Channel,
Fugazi,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
John Cale,
The United States of America,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kerri Chandler,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Motorama,
The Black Dice,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Maurizio,
Bill Wells,
The Victims,
The Moody Blues,
Fear,
Isaac Hayes,
Dead Boys,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Thee Headcoats,
The Gories,
New York Dolls,
Dennis Brown,
The Blackbyrds,
H. Thieme,
Moebius,
Arab on Radar,
Sound Behaviour,
Peter and Kerry,
Aswad,
Radiohead,
Wire,
Quantec,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Sonics,
Pharoah Sanders,
Laurel Aitken,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crooked Eye,
John Foxx,
Joyce Sims,
Unrelated Segments,
Pantytec,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Supertramp,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.