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 Vietnam and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Subhumans to the crunk 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar 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 marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Zero Boys,
Easy Going,
Alphaville,
The Dave Clark Five,
AZ,
Das Ding,
Mission of Burma,
Sonic Youth,
Ultravox,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rapeman,
The Raincoats,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Leonard Cohen,
Flipper,
Avey Tare,
Black Flag,
Duran Duran,
Urselle,
Eli Mardock,
Malaria!,
Blossom Toes,
Ten City,
Frankie Knuckles,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Erasure,
Nico,
The Zeros,
Porter Ricks,
Lalann,
Judy Mowatt,
Bang On A Can,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Clear Light,
E-Dancer,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gang of Four,
The Fall,
Heaven 17,
Alton Ellis,
The Happenings,
48th St. Collective,
Qualms,
Hardrive,
Al Stewart,
Pantaleimon,
The Gories,
Cecil Taylor,
Pantytec,
Procol Harum,
Bobby Womack,
Quantec,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Technova,
Au Pairs,
Matthew Bourne,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Deepchord,
The Techniques,
The Kinks,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.