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 Morocco and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Mojo Men to the techno 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord 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 linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Matthew Bourne,
Banda Bassotti,
Whodini,
The Fugs,
Dawn Penn,
Susan Cadogan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pere Ubu,
Scrapy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Von Mondo,
This Heat,
The Five Americans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Oblivians,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ossler,
New Age Steppers,
Derrick Morgan,
Derrick May,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tim Buckley,
Warsaw,
Outsiders,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Saccharine Trust,
Vainqueur,
Urselle,
The Litter,
Adolescents,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wire,
Radio Birdman,
Brick,
Interpol,
Porter Ricks,
The Walker Brothers,
Suicide,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Spandau Ballet,
Kurtis Blow,
Jeru the Damaja,
Reuben Wilson,
the Germs,
Marmalade,
Cal Tjader,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tom Boy,
Avey Tare,
Jacob Miller,
Jandek,
Fatback Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Newcleus,
The American Breed,
Soul II Soul,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.