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 Georgia and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Red Krayola to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron 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 oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Joe Finger,
The Misunderstood,
The Mojo Men,
The Leaves,
Ossler,
Tropical Tobacco,
Arab on Radar,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lee Hazlewood,
Moebius,
Niagra,
Delta 5,
Lakeside,
Von Mondo,
CMW,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scrapy,
Black Moon,
Essential Logic,
Howard Jones,
Soul Sonic Force,
Soft Cell,
Y Pants,
The Gladiators,
Faraquet,
John Cale,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
T.S.O.L.,
Glambeats Corp.,
Stereo Dub,
Amazonics,
Jacques Brel,
The Standells,
The Mummies,
Leonard Cohen,
The Doors,
James White and The Blacks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Skaos,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
AZ,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eric Dolphy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Minor Threat,
Jeru the Damaja,
Can,
Wire,
Anthony Braxton,
cv313,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
ABBA,
One Last Wish,
Pylon,
Drexciya,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Reuben Wilson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.