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 Kiribati and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Visage to the rap 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Aural Exciters,
Monks,
Slave,
Swans,
KRS-One,
Radiohead,
The Selecter,
Goldenarms,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Raincoats,
Bronski Beat,
The Gories,
The New Christs,
Pulsallama,
Ten City,
The Blues Magoos,
The Names,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fire Engines,
Bobby Sherman,
Archie Shepp,
Kerri Chandler,
Talk Talk,
L. Decosne,
Scientists,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
X-Ray Spex,
Todd Rundgren,
In Retrospect,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Leonard Cohen,
Rod Modell,
The Offenders,
Dave Gahan,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fugs,
Camouflage,
Basic Channel,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Deadbeat,
Sex Pistols,
Babytalk,
Roxette,
Bluetip,
Eddi Front,
The Knickerbockers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Oblivians,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joy Division,
The Pop Group,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Dirtbombs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hardrive,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.