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 Kenya and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Crash Course in Science to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Outsiders,
Sister Nancy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mad Mike,
X-101,
Wally Richardson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Delon & Dalcan,
R.M.O.,
K-Klass,
Maurizio,
The Detroit Cobras,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Invisible,
Soulsonic Force,
Johnny Clarke,
Lightning Bolt,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Remains,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Andrew Hill,
Kaleidoscope,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ohio Players,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Grass Roots,
Supertramp,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lungfish,
Visage,
Deepchord,
Junior Murvin,
Aswad,
Talk Talk,
Nik Kershaw,
Sonic Youth,
Freddie Wadling,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Blackbyrds,
Thee Headcoats,
Lalo Schifrin,
Niagra,
Scion,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Minutemen,
Marmalade,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Das Ding,
Theoretical Girls,
Peter and Kerry,
Eli Mardock,
Dawn Penn,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sight & Sound,
Interpol,
Warsaw,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.