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 Comoros and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Marine Girls,
Robert Hood,
Easy Going,
T. Rex,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Godley & Creme,
David McCallum,
Isaac Hayes,
Delta 5,
a-ha,
Cymande,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Accadde A,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Shadows of Knight,
Ludus,
Sex Pistols,
The Vogues,
Rufus Thomas,
Yusef Lateef,
Tubeway Army,
Yellowson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marc Almond,
Terrestrial Tones,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Pretty Things,
Skaos,
Pantytec,
Kenny Larkin,
The Offenders,
The Zeros,
Livin' Joy,
The Dead C,
R.M.O.,
Nick Fraelich,
The Gories,
X-101,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Niagra,
Panda Bear,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Urselle,
The Stooges,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Yazoo,
Motorama,
The United States of America,
the Sonics,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mr. Review,
Sound Behaviour,
Dave Gahan,
Symarip,
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.