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 Syria and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ 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 Moby Grape to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Happenings,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
F. McDonald,
Loose Ends,
Josef K,
Derrick Morgan,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Minnie Riperton,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Yaz,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Quando Quango,
Young Marble Giants,
Depeche Mode,
Eurythmics,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Normal,
Lou Reed,
Popol Vuh,
Rekid,
Black Flag,
T.S.O.L.,
Boredoms,
Mo-Dettes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Monochrome Set,
Zero Boys,
The Gories,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wasted Youth,
The Saints,
D'Angelo,
The Sonics,
Black Bananas,
The Busters,
Khruangbin,
The Five Americans,
Eric Dolphy,
The Names,
Gichy Dan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Das Ding,
Sister Nancy,
Rites of Spring,
Trumans Water,
Alison Limerick,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Swell Maps,
Talk Talk,
The Angels of Light,
Gabor Szabo,
Dave Gahan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Smoke,
Joe Smooth,
Intrusion,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.