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 Kuwait and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 New York Dolls to the grunge 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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a clarinet 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Hardrive,
Robert Görl,
Delta 5,
The Fire Engines,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tres Demented,
Oblivians,
Second Layer,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Michelle Simonal,
Peter & Gordon,
The Buckinghams,
Shuggie Otis,
Interpol,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Quadrant,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lalann,
Iggy Pop,
Charles Mingus,
Sällskapet,
Parry Music,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Sheep,
Radio Birdman,
Model 500,
The Barracudas,
John Foxx,
Deadbeat,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
UT,
Crash Course in Science,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Franke,
ABBA,
the Swans,
Deepchord,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Stiv Bators,
Guru Guru,
Heaven 17,
Spoonie Gee,
Isaac Hayes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mantronix,
Bauhaus,
The Red Krayola,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Schoolly D,
Joe Smooth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Vladislav Delay,
Loose Ends,
Alison Limerick,
Quando Quango,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.