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 Mongolia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare 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 Mr. Review to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 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 harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Joensuu 1685,
The Golliwogs,
Byron Stingily,
Ultimate Spinach,
Don Cherry,
Matthew Bourne,
Boogie Down Productions,
Icehouse,
Skarface,
The Residents,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lightning Bolt,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rufus Thomas,
Surgeon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Anthony Braxton,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Alison Limerick,
Scrapy,
Niagra,
Vainqueur,
Robert Görl,
Siglo XX,
Parry Music,
Banda Bassotti,
Amon Düül,
Swell Maps,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Index,
John Foxx,
T.S.O.L.,
The Smiths,
L. Decosne,
Maleditus Sound,
James White and The Blacks,
Circle Jerks,
Kenny Larkin,
David Bowie,
Mo-Dettes,
The Divine Comedy,
The Cramps,
Dawn Penn,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Whodini,
The Move,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marcia Griffiths,
La Düsseldorf,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Second Layer,
Faraquet,
R.M.O.,
Ohio Players,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Section 25,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Franke,
China Crisis,
Heaven 17,
Janne Schatter,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.