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 Russia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Minny Pops 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Khruangbin,
Funkadelic,
T.S.O.L.,
Guru Guru,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Blues Magoos,
ABBA,
U.S. Maple,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sixth Finger,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Skarface,
Los Fastidios,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pantytec,
Morten Harket,
China Crisis,
Scott Walker,
The Birthday Party,
the Association,
Youth Brigade,
Minnie Riperton,
Yellowson,
Lightning Bolt,
Aaron Thompson,
Section 25,
The Fugs,
The Divine Comedy,
Swell Maps,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Vladislav Delay,
the Bar-Kays,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
John Foxx,
Model 500,
the Sonics,
Blake Baxter,
Bang On A Can,
Ultravox,
Soulsonic Force,
The New Christs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wasted Youth,
The Dave Clark Five,
Symarip,
cv313,
Bronski Beat,
The Slits,
Bob Dylan,
Liliput,
Althea and Donna,
This Heat,
Amon Düül,
Bauhaus,
John Coltrane,
The Move,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.