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 Djibouti and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 T.S.O.L. 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron 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 mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Reagan Youth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Slackers,
The Divine Comedy,
LL Cool J,
Unwound,
KRS-One,
Arthur Verocai,
Can,
Symarip,
The Litter,
Prince Buster,
Blake Baxter,
Circle Jerks,
Easy Going,
Gong,
The Cramps,
Lou Reed,
Sällskapet,
Groovy Waters,
Drive Like Jehu,
Clear Light,
Susan Cadogan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Grass Roots,
The Monks,
Ken Boothe,
Cecil Taylor,
Dead Boys,
the Sonics,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Minutemen,
Nils Olav,
Tim Buckley,
Deakin,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Qualms,
Rufus Thomas,
The Standells,
Interpol,
Isaac Hayes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Neu!,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marmalade,
Sun City Girls,
Motorama,
The New Christs,
Bang On A Can,
Bronski Beat,
Boz Scaggs,
Connie Case,
the Bar-Kays,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Skarface,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dorothy Ashby,
Michelle Simonal,
Beasts of Bourbon,
X-101,
Charles Mingus,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.