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 Philippines and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the 808 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin 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 snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Agitation Free,
Popol Vuh,
New York Dolls,
Faraquet,
Sight & Sound,
Tom Boy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Red Krayola,
The Dead C,
Siglo XX,
Minnie Riperton,
Pere Ubu,
Althea and Donna,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Vainqueur,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Martian,
The Gap Band,
the Swans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tomorrow,
Kurtis Blow,
The Detroit Cobras,
Andrew Hill,
The Tremeloes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Minny Pops,
The Residents,
Adolescents,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fear,
Robert Hood,
Kerri Chandler,
The Sonics,
Kayak,
Wolf Eyes,
The Standells,
CMW,
ABC,
Public Enemy,
Gastr Del Sol,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobby Byrd,
John Lydon,
Eden Ahbez,
The Human League,
Barbara Tucker,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Essential Logic,
Outsiders,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Moebius,
Brick,
Barry Ungar,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Boz Scaggs,
Leonard Cohen,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.