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 Comoros and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar 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 The Red Krayola to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator 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 organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
the Soft Cell,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Easy Going,
The Doobie Brothers,
Yazoo,
Bobby Womack,
Panda Bear,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rhythm & Sound,
The New Christs,
T.S.O.L.,
The Searchers,
Tears for Fears,
Severed Heads,
The Flesh Eaters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Glenn Branca,
Au Pairs,
Fad Gadget,
Sällskapet,
the Normal,
Ludus,
Con Funk Shun,
The Fuzztones,
Bob Dylan,
Roxy Music,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Alphaville,
The Litter,
The Knickerbockers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Vladislav Delay,
Rufus Thomas,
Aswad,
Metal Thangz,
Soul II Soul,
Scan 7,
Barclay James Harvest,
Banda Bassotti,
Albert Ayler,
June Days,
John Foxx,
The Sound,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Patti Smith,
The J.B.'s,
Livin' Joy,
Gang Starr,
Zero Boys,
Pulsallama,
Zapp,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Liliput,
Brass Construction,
Suburban Knight,
The Grass Roots,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cluster,
Bobby Byrd,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.