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 Macedonia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Scientists to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a sitar and a 808 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 marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Rekid,
Man Parrish,
Harry Pussy,
The Wake,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
UT,
The Seeds,
Ten City,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Standells,
Marine Girls,
A Certain Ratio,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Dead C,
Parry Music,
Laurel Aitken,
Heaven 17,
Anakelly,
The Evens,
The Motions,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cameo,
The Associates,
The Misunderstood,
Dark Day,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bronski Beat,
The Golliwogs,
Todd Terry,
Ronan,
The Gun Club,
Davy DMX,
Gang of Four,
Shoche,
Eli Mardock,
Brass Construction,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Danielle Patucci,
Inner City,
Quando Quango,
Technova,
Toni Rubio,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Monks,
The Barracudas,
Kerri Chandler,
Whodini,
The Sonics,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Popol Vuh,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wings,
H. Thieme,
The Blues Magoos,
The Vogues,
Flash Fearless,
Swell Maps,
The Count Five,
a-ha,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.