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 Slovakia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Quantec to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb 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 oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Ultra Naté,
Patti Smith,
Sarah Menescal,
Kevin Saunderson,
T. Rex,
The Doobie Brothers,
Little Man,
Slick Rick,
Mo-Dettes,
Sixth Finger,
Shoche,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Red Krayola,
Bad Manners,
Robert Hood,
Terry Callier,
Ornette Coleman,
The Moleskins,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Angry Samoans,
Lee Hazlewood,
Black Pus,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Quadrant,
Mark Hollis,
Agent Orange,
Excepter,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Altered Images,
Jeru the Damaja,
Moss Icon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Darondo,
Procol Harum,
Morten Harket,
Aaron Thompson,
Depeche Mode,
The Monks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eric Dolphy,
Goldenarms,
Unwound,
Mad Mike,
The Blues Magoos,
Rotary Connection,
Thompson Twins,
The Zeros,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Beau Brummels,
Talk Talk,
Avey Tare,
Infiniti,
Henry Cow,
Newcleus,
The Gories,
Susan Cadogan,
DJ Style,
Throbbing Gristle,
Absolute Body Control,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.