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 Indonesia and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes 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 Sparks to the grunge 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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare 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 mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nirvana,
Bobby Womack,
Bobby Sherman,
Brand Nubian,
The Count Five,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tears for Fears,
Unrelated Segments,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Alton Ellis,
Lungfish,
Al Stewart,
The New Christs,
Susan Cadogan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Guru Guru,
Sun Ra,
Dual Sessions,
Monolake,
Nik Kershaw,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Gap Band,
Boredoms,
DJ Sneak,
X-101,
Cal Tjader,
Scott Walker,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dave Gahan,
Reagan Youth,
the Sonics,
Sunsets and Hearts,
John Foxx,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wally Richardson,
Pussy Galore,
The Birthday Party,
Skarface,
The Vogues,
Pylon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Easy Going,
Judy Mowatt,
Porter Ricks,
Ohio Players,
Slave,
Flipper,
Eve St. Jones,
Massinfluence,
Graham Central Station,
Rites of Spring,
Howard Jones,
Technova,
Severed Heads,
Oneida,
The Fall,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lower 48,
Albert Ayler,
Minutemen,
Cheater Slicks,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.