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 Chad and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 Spokane and Woodstock.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Barclay James Harvest to the rock 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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator 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 spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
Barrington Levy,
Liliput,
Hasil Adkins,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fela Kuti,
Joensuu 1685,
Tim Buckley,
The Seeds,
Juan Atkins,
Connie Case,
John Cale,
Stiv Bators,
The Index,
Tom Boy,
Peter and Kerry,
Monolake,
Marine Girls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Godley & Creme,
Can,
Yusef Lateef,
The Blues Magoos,
Maurizio,
The Durutti Column,
JFA,
Gang Green,
Yellowson,
Sugar Minott,
Robert Hood,
Prince Buster,
Cybotron,
Franke,
Lindisfarne,
The Gun Club,
The Black Dice,
Joey Negro,
Buzzcocks,
Deadbeat,
EPMD,
The Victims,
Boz Scaggs,
The Five Americans,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pagans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Flash Fearless,
Kas Product,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soulsonic Force,
The Techniques,
Nico,
Trumans Water,
The Golliwogs,
Terry Callier,
Surgeon,
Tomorrow,
Jeru the Damaja,
Brass Construction,
the Germs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.