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 Cuba and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 David Bowie 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 Schoolly D to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ 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 linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Subhumans,
Deakin,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
DJ Sneak,
Gerry Rafferty,
Absolute Body Control,
Ossler,
Gang of Four,
John Lydon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Deadbeat,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Theoretical Girls,
Charles Mingus,
The Cowsills,
Mark Hollis,
Minny Pops,
Man Parrish,
Magma,
Shuggie Otis,
Severed Heads,
Rites of Spring,
Intrusion,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Technova,
Hot Snakes,
The Associates,
Ludus,
Yellowson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sight & Sound,
The Young Rascals,
Accadde A,
John Holt,
FM Einheit,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Arcadia,
ABBA,
Robert Görl,
Scion,
Warsaw,
Ultravox,
Joensuu 1685,
The Wake,
Jesper Dahlback,
Zapp,
The Victims,
Heaven 17,
John Foxx,
The Dave Clark Five,
Andrew Hill,
Donald Byrd,
Hardrive,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Count Five,
Skriet,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kenny Larkin,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.