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 Kyrgyzstan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Harpers Bizarre to the disco 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a spring reverb 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 linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Monks,
Public Enemy,
the Sonics,
Pharoah Sanders,
Easy Going,
T.S.O.L.,
Anthony Braxton,
Blake Baxter,
Robert Wyatt,
The Victims,
Sandy B,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bang On A Can,
Sam Rivers,
David McCallum,
The Gap Band,
Delta 5,
The Pretty Things,
The Residents,
Amon Düül,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mo-Dettes,
OOIOO,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Walker Brothers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Erykah Badu,
Radiohead,
Grey Daturas,
Joe Smooth,
Davy DMX,
T. Rex,
Youth Brigade,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dorothy Ashby,
Suicide,
Inner City,
The Music Machine,
the Swans,
Bobby Sherman,
China Crisis,
Adolescents,
Brand Nubian,
Neil Young,
The Standells,
The United States of America,
Circle Jerks,
Pulsallama,
The Fall,
Patti Smith,
Donald Byrd,
Urselle,
Sonic Youth,
Wolf Eyes,
The Raincoats,
Cameo,
Second Layer,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.