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 Sweden and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe 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 Aural Exciters to the crunk 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin 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 spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Todd Rundgren,
Pagans,
Q and Not U,
Piero Umiliani,
Lou Reed,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wasted Youth,
Q65,
Jeff Lynne,
Easy Going,
The Count Five,
June Days,
Loose Ends,
The Raincoats,
Mark Hollis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Simply Red,
Sandy B,
The Vogues,
Archie Shepp,
The Gap Band,
The Smiths,
Lucky Dragons,
Crispian St. Peters,
Harmonia,
OOIOO,
Letta Mbulu,
Maleditus Sound,
Kerrie Biddell,
Alphaville,
Tomorrow,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Brass Construction,
These Immortal Souls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Carl Craig,
The Sound,
The Remains,
Crooked Eye,
LL Cool J,
Radiopuhelimet,
Minny Pops,
World's Most,
Leonard Cohen,
Amon Düül II,
Wings,
Country Teasers,
The Dead C,
the Association,
Sex Pistols,
Dead Boys,
Smog,
Visage,
Mars,
Mission of Burma,
Ash Ra Tempel,
One Last Wish,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.