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 Australia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Sällskapet,
Au Pairs,
The Toasters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hot Snakes,
Al Stewart,
Television Personalities,
The Black Dice,
Essential Logic,
Pere Ubu,
Yazoo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Motorama,
Schoolly D,
Monks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scan 7,
The Blues Magoos,
Junior Murvin,
Depeche Mode,
The Index,
Quadrant,
ABBA,
Nick Fraelich,
Panda Bear,
Thee Headcoats,
Underground Resistance,
John Foxx,
kango's stein massive,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sparks,
Oneida,
The Monks,
Wings,
Scott Walker,
Drexciya,
10cc,
Roger Hodgson,
Ludus,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Sonics,
Sonny Sharrock,
Minutemen,
June of 44,
Average White Band,
The Cramps,
The Dead C,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Livin' Joy,
the Bar-Kays,
Sister Nancy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wire,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.