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 Qatar and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare 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 snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Moby Grape,
Wings,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bluetip,
Soft Machine,
Jerry's Kids,
Oblivians,
Joensuu 1685,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joy Division,
Infiniti,
The Star Department,
Scrapy,
Robert Görl,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Radiohead,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pylon,
Rosa Yemen,
Audionom,
Boredoms,
F. McDonald,
The Motions,
Technova,
Visage,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rod Modell,
The Fire Engines,
Minnie Riperton,
Chrome,
Gong,
Roger Hodgson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Royal Trux,
Bauhaus,
Stiv Bators,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marcia Griffiths,
Young Marble Giants,
Scientists,
Rotary Connection,
Duran Duran,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mantronix,
Severed Heads,
Judy Mowatt,
Erykah Badu,
Buzzcocks,
The Knickerbockers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Mojo Men,
Interpol,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marmalade,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Urselle,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Qualms,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.