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 Uganda and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Stockholm Monsters to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes 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 theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
The Fuzztones,
Deadbeat,
Interpol,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Swans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eric Copeland,
Television Personalities,
Whodini,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Man Parrish,
Agent Orange,
T. Rex,
Sixth Finger,
Popol Vuh,
Wasted Youth,
Lungfish,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The New Christs,
Pere Ubu,
LL Cool J,
The Mummies,
Heaven 17,
Faraquet,
The Real Kids,
Black Pus,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Silicon Teens,
L. Decosne,
DNA,
Tommy Roe,
Ronan,
Blancmange,
Franke,
Kool Moe Dee,
Henry Cow,
Eve St. Jones,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pulsallama,
John Cale,
Jawbox,
DJ Style,
Wally Richardson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
cv313,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Trojans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Grey Daturas,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Gun Club,
The Last Poets,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Country Teasers,
Moss Icon,
Simply Red,
Sparks,
Nick Fraelich,
Moby Grape,
The Young Rascals,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.