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 Chile and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lakeside to the dance 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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Moby Grape,
The Monks,
Howard Jones,
Warren Ellis,
Barrington Levy,
Echospace,
Radio Birdman,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Deakin,
Susan Cadogan,
Nirvana,
Dave Gahan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Infiniti,
Dark Day,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Stooges,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Modern Lovers,
Television Personalities,
Alphaville,
E-Dancer,
Glenn Branca,
Main Source,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Slick Rick,
Con Funk Shun,
Isaac Hayes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ice-T,
The Barracudas,
Terry Callier,
Bauhaus,
Vainqueur,
Joe Finger,
Whodini,
Fugazi,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fear,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Sound,
Ralphi Rosario,
K-Klass,
Magazine,
KRS-One,
MC5,
F. McDonald,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mandrill,
The Detroit Cobras,
Piero Umiliani,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Delon & Dalcan,
Organ,
The Grass Roots,
Groovy Waters,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.