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 Slovenia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the disco 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin 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 linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
The Fugs,
Black Pus,
Eddi Front,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Susan Cadogan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Das Ding,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sexual Harrassment,
Derrick Morgan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Little Man,
Hoover,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sixth Finger,
Delon & Dalcan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bobby Sherman,
David Bowie,
Basic Channel,
Ludus,
Yellowson,
The Leaves,
James White and The Blacks,
Pussy Galore,
Barrington Levy,
Cluster,
L. Decosne,
Circle Jerks,
David McCallum,
Country Teasers,
David Axelrod,
Radio Birdman,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Outsiders,
Soul II Soul,
The Seeds,
Erasure,
Max Romeo,
Roxette,
The American Breed,
Letta Mbulu,
Interpol,
Lungfish,
Bluetip,
Monolake,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Loose Ends,
Cal Tjader,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Black Moon,
This Heat,
Blake Baxter,
Dead Boys,
The Slits,
DNA,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.