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 Gabon and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron 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 The Happenings to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator 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?
Television,
Clear Light,
Scientists,
Marcia Griffiths,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bootsy Collins,
China Crisis,
Fatback Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Make Up,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Agitation Free,
Cluster,
Bill Wells,
B.T. Express,
Qualms,
Barclay James Harvest,
Connie Case,
Henry Cow,
Amon Düül,
Max Romeo,
Minny Pops,
Barry Ungar,
Sun City Girls,
Sonic Youth,
Gang Starr,
June of 44,
Steve Hackett,
Soft Cell,
Vainqueur,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pussy Galore,
Tommy Roe,
Audionom,
Erasure,
ABBA,
The Beau Brummels,
cv313,
Radiohead,
Ice-T,
The Blackbyrds,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Anakelly,
Lebanon Hanover,
Drive Like Jehu,
X-101,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Japan,
Can,
The Victims,
Slave,
Reagan Youth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fear,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eve St. Jones,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Television Personalities,
The Trojans,
Das Ding,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.