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 Niger and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Thee Headcoats to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a clarinet 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 oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Schoolly D,
The Happenings,
Sun City Girls,
Lower 48,
Panda Bear,
Sugar Minott,
Josef K,
The Knickerbockers,
Subhumans,
Sällskapet,
Easy Going,
Kaleidoscope,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sonny Sharrock,
Au Pairs,
D'Angelo,
The Leaves,
Model 500,
CMW,
The Music Machine,
the Human League,
Harry Pussy,
Chris & Cosey,
the Association,
Barry Ungar,
Von Mondo,
Tom Boy,
Franke,
cv313,
Essential Logic,
Cluster,
Faraquet,
Roy Ayers,
Severed Heads,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Tremeloes,
Susan Cadogan,
Ronnie Foster,
Isaac Hayes,
The J.B.'s,
Kayak,
Boredoms,
Dead Boys,
Todd Terry,
Spandau Ballet,
Mo-Dettes,
Parry Music,
The Angels of Light,
Laurel Aitken,
Shoche,
Scrapy,
Slave,
Boogie Down Productions,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Slackers,
Grey Daturas,
Joyce Sims,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ken Boothe,
New Order,
Section 25,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.