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 Lebanon and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cecil Taylor to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and an arpeggiator 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 guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Cal Tjader,
Althea and Donna,
Brass Construction,
Oneida,
Infiniti,
Laurel Aitken,
The Fire Engines,
8 Eyed Spy,
Alton Ellis,
Eurythmics,
Jawbox,
The Invisible,
Boz Scaggs,
Juan Atkins,
Don Cherry,
Anthony Braxton,
Jeff Lynne,
Supertramp,
David McCallum,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
MDC,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Shoche,
Howard Jones,
The Fugs,
Cheater Slicks,
Au Pairs,
Circle Jerks,
Joensuu 1685,
Eve St. Jones,
Livin' Joy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Porter Ricks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Con Funk Shun,
U.S. Maple,
Outsiders,
Sarah Menescal,
Minor Threat,
Swell Maps,
Technova,
Deadbeat,
Morten Harket,
Agitation Free,
The Monks,
Drive Like Jehu,
James White and The Blacks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fad Gadget,
The New Christs,
Khruangbin,
Blancmange,
Gang of Four,
The Real Kids,
Dave Gahan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Barclay James Harvest,
Colin Newman,
Ultimate Spinach,
Agent Orange,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.