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 Tanzania and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Neu! to the rap 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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a rhodes 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 clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Pole,
Brand Nubian,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
MDC,
The Toasters,
Flash Fearless,
X-Ray Spex,
Tomorrow,
R.M.O.,
Girls At Our Best!,
Peter & Gordon,
John Lydon,
Hot Snakes,
DNA,
Jesper Dahlback,
Half Japanese,
Barbara Tucker,
Dual Sessions,
Godley & Creme,
the Bar-Kays,
The Fugs,
The Buckinghams,
Mantronix,
Ronan,
Blancmange,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Blake Baxter,
The Velvet Underground,
Henry Cow,
Desert Stars,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Evens,
Nils Olav,
The Kinks,
Ultra Naté,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Janne Schatter,
Can,
China Crisis,
Barclay James Harvest,
48th St. Collective,
Jacob Miller,
The Doobie Brothers,
Liliput,
Funky Four + One,
The Techniques,
Prince Buster,
Wally Richardson,
Sun City Girls,
cv313,
The Slits,
the Germs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Carl Craig,
Camberwell Now,
Rekid,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mission of Burma,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Walker Brothers,
DJ Style,
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.