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 Portugal and from Spokane.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Calgary.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Buzzcocks to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Connie Case,
Yazoo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Althea and Donna,
Jeff Lynne,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gang Green,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Raincoats,
Johnny Clarke,
The Tremeloes,
Charles Mingus,
Matthew Bourne,
The Blackbyrds,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jerry's Kids,
John Holt,
Bang On A Can,
Depeche Mode,
Brand Nubian,
Rod Modell,
Siglo XX,
Rapeman,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Underground Resistance,
Second Layer,
The Techniques,
Marcia Griffiths,
Delon & Dalcan,
Monks,
The Human League,
Blossom Toes,
Camberwell Now,
The Remains,
Jandek,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Modern Lovers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Con Funk Shun,
Von Mondo,
Eurythmics,
Wolf Eyes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Camouflage,
The Residents,
Kas Product,
Cameo,
New Order,
the Bar-Kays,
Marc Almond,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kurtis Blow,
Scrapy,
Soul II Soul,
Prince Buster,
The Motions,
Chris Corsano,
Boz Scaggs,
Ralphi Rosario,
The New Christs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.