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 Venezuela and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the guitar 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 Audionom to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Hasil Adkins,
Marmalade,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Searchers,
Letta Mbulu,
Terry Callier,
Crooked Eye,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Intrusion,
Erykah Badu,
Dead Boys,
MDC,
Rapeman,
Mo-Dettes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Crash Course in Science,
Wings,
Lee Hazlewood,
Graham Central Station,
The Techniques,
Morten Harket,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cybotron,
Albert Ayler,
Blake Baxter,
The Misunderstood,
Liliput,
Interpol,
Minny Pops,
Hardrive,
Brothers Johnson,
Max Romeo,
Aloha Tigers,
Tears for Fears,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mantronix,
This Heat,
Rakim,
Eve St. Jones,
Susan Cadogan,
Gang Green,
Man Eating Sloth,
Half Japanese,
Roger Hodgson,
China Crisis,
Minnie Riperton,
The Mojo Men,
Ultimate Spinach,
Spoonie Gee,
Ronan,
Radiohead,
AZ,
The Shadows of Knight,
In Retrospect,
Camouflage,
Leonard Cohen,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Goldenarms,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.