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 Norway and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the theremin 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 Harpers Bizarre to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer 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 spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Davy DMX,
Pulsallama,
Duran Duran,
Nation of Ulysses,
Saccharine Trust,
Gong,
Wolf Eyes,
Gang Starr,
Spoonie Gee,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Godley & Creme,
Con Funk Shun,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fluxion,
a-ha,
Jeff Mills,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Theoretical Girls,
The Wake,
Vladislav Delay,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sexual Harrassment,
Johnny Clarke,
Funky Four + One,
Cheater Slicks,
Patti Smith,
CMW,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Motions,
E-Dancer,
Ronnie Foster,
Alton Ellis,
Roger Hodgson,
Josef K,
Organ,
Erykah Badu,
Dawn Penn,
Can,
Sun Ra,
David Axelrod,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tears for Fears,
Agent Orange,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
David McCallum,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Robert Görl,
Visage,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joe Smooth,
Jawbox,
X-Ray Spex,
Bobby Byrd,
Pole,
Japan,
The Red Krayola,
Quantec,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ken Boothe,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.