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 Tuvalu and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare 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 Country Teasers to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar 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 organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
The Divine Comedy,
Warren Ellis,
Joe Finger,
Gong,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scrapy,
Section 25,
Sandy B,
Scan 7,
Wasted Youth,
Second Layer,
Moebius,
Boz Scaggs,
Junior Murvin,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Modern Lovers,
Delta 5,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Barry Ungar,
New Order,
Symarip,
The Beau Brummels,
Michelle Simonal,
David Bowie,
Skarface,
UT,
Janne Schatter,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wolf Eyes,
The Blues Magoos,
Half Japanese,
The Flesh Eaters,
Quando Quango,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crooked Eye,
In Retrospect,
Dawn Penn,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Audionom,
The Barracudas,
Intrusion,
Lou Christie,
X-102,
Laurel Aitken,
Marc Almond,
The Martian,
David McCallum,
Bill Near,
Gang Gang Dance,
Royal Trux,
Sun City Girls,
Sound Behaviour,
Ken Boothe,
Blossom Toes,
Bluetip,
The Slits,
Livin' Joy,
Young Marble Giants,
Susan Cadogan,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.