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 Costa Rica and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer 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 Silicon Teens to the jazz 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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Kenny Larkin,
Alphaville,
Soul Sonic Force,
Robert Hood,
Davy DMX,
The Seeds,
Flipper,
The Fugs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
E-Dancer,
Sonic Youth,
Josef K,
Mo-Dettes,
Pole,
Boogie Down Productions,
Procol Harum,
Public Enemy,
Bobby Womack,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Television,
Nas,
T. Rex,
Bronski Beat,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Suburban Knight,
Flash Fearless,
R.M.O.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eddi Front,
Unwound,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jawbox,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Delon & Dalcan,
Derrick Morgan,
Jeff Lynne,
Drexciya,
Spoonie Gee,
Soft Machine,
Isaac Hayes,
The Gap Band,
Symarip,
Tubeway Army,
48th St. Collective,
Girls At Our Best!,
X-101,
Alison Limerick,
The Moody Blues,
T.S.O.L.,
The Young Rascals,
Reuben Wilson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mantronix,
Roxette,
Al Stewart,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.