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 Indonesia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jawbox to the dance 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics 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 disco 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 rhodes 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 organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Arthur Verocai,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scan 7,
48th St. Collective,
Hot Snakes,
Ossler,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jeff Lynne,
Black Moon,
June Days,
T. Rex,
Subhumans,
Inner City,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Electric Prunes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fear,
Patti Smith,
Al Stewart,
Chris & Cosey,
Lightning Bolt,
Barry Ungar,
Boredoms,
Depeche Mode,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rotary Connection,
Funkadelic,
Icehouse,
Jerry's Kids,
B.T. Express,
Susan Cadogan,
Angry Samoans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Cowsills,
Bad Manners,
Procol Harum,
Altered Images,
Television,
Maurizio,
Lindisfarne,
Public Image Ltd.,
Basic Channel,
Iggy Pop,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
kango's stein massive,
Qualms,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tim Buckley,
Kool Moe Dee,
Infiniti,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Velvet Underground,
The Walker Brothers,
These Immortal Souls,
Radio Birdman,
Traffic Nightmare,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Young Rascals,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.